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
Your thinning hair has the look of wishes. Even your skin is riddled with white space, a fiction. And your arms’ flesh-colored wash is
After more than a week of stuffing envelopes, the hard-copy “Best of Volume 16” Cider Press Review is on its way to contributors, subscribers,
I just make out the buoy and the boy who reaches it, a blond spot at the red uncapsizeable hat, gone past the continent’s