It’s falling heavily now, as they said it would, in splashing thuds against the northern windows, brutally, as if it would break and enter.
It’s falling heavily now, as they said it would, in splashing thuds against the northern windows, brutally, as if it would break and enter.
After more than a week of stuffing envelopes, the hard-copy “Best of Volume 16” Cider Press Review is on its way to contributors, subscribers,
Artful decoy at the curb, working its spell from forty feet— a straight-line pull across the pavement, gait steadied by stony resignation, eyes forward.