In this issue of Cider Press Review, winter blows in—for better or worse. In Jennifer Phillips’ “A Sort-Of Happy Holiday,” a lonely day is
In this issue of Cider Press Review, winter blows in—for better or worse. In Jennifer Phillips’ “A Sort-Of Happy Holiday,” a lonely day is
The Aeromancer divines the future by reading sky signs, clouds, bird flights, lightning My mother set a tumbler of gold Jack Daniels beside Pall
Mom’s getting even this evening, going mum. I’m not sure why. I bask in the silence. She plays solitaire, flicks a Queen over, four-