“Where were you when nothing / was un-imaginable?” writes Sean Cho A. in Cider Press Review, Vol. 23, Issue 4. Our October issue features
“Where were you when nothing / was un-imaginable?” writes Sean Cho A. in Cider Press Review, Vol. 23, Issue 4. Our October issue features
The lost poems are riding lost trains north, carried on rails nailed to cross ties cut from disappeared chestnut forests—tracks torn-up long ago. They
Swim on, beached beauty, agog in the chilly marsh, aglow without scales or skin. May the jut of your jaw, your eyeless eyes, guide