We tried to comfort each other, but instead felt the mud-brown scars pouring all over our clay-statue bodies We were once young bugs slithering
We tried to comfort each other, but instead felt the mud-brown scars pouring all over our clay-statue bodies We were once young bugs slithering
Welcome to the August Issue, Volume 28, Issue 3 of Cider Press Review. In this issue of Cider Press Review, depending on the tilt
I find your shadow in the shop rooftop again, our silhouettes snow-angeled on ash. In this city, God’s heatwave shrouds windows and exiles in