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
You’re so light, sister bird-foot, you gust and whistle up hill and down the side I can’t quite see, where the ridges resurrect the
Indulge in poems by Kelly Cressio-Moeller, Devon Miller-Duggan, Alice B. Fogel, Mary Moore, Tim Miller, Kelly Lenox, Kathryn Merwin, Simon Anton Niño Diego Baena,
The irises aren’t eyed, but tongued: the three bearded sepals droop, pant, loll among the splayed jade-green blades, while behind the jumble of tilted