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
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
When what was tumbling became tumbled, kissed and glistened there. When the sunset on the mountain pressed close what hadn’t been. When the gloaming
Because the rain was the same rain you used to call pain rain, the big cold drops stinging our naked necks, because we all