My daughter, who used to be shy, gave me a lecture on dendrology once. We were up in the Michigan woods; she said some
My daughter, who used to be shy, gave me a lecture on dendrology once. We were up in the Michigan woods; she said some
Welcome to the 25th Volume of poetry from Cider Press Review! In Issue 1, we continue CPR’s tradition of publishing finely crafted poetry, and, fittingly,
Pascal had it right: the raw night’s a riptide; oceans of emptiness yawn in its wake. On the thermostat screen, black tarp punctured by