With this issue, Cider Press Review enters into its twenty-eighth year of publishing the best new poetry in English. In the first issue of
Earth felt the wound —John Milton After two decades of growing where we planted it beneath the window, the New Dawn still shocks each
In memory of Kristin Reginster, 1948-2000 Winter has passed into spring. I’ve been away so long, I don’t recognize who I am. The night
The freshly vacuumed carpet, a lush white lawn, deserves to be perfect, and I’ve got two knees and a pair of nail scissors to