You brim with my long-ago eyes and your lips on my name give it back to me. My ghost beats with blood and thrums
You brim with my long-ago eyes and your lips on my name give it back to me. My ghost beats with blood and thrums
Volume 27, Issue 1 of Cider Press Review, April 2025 In the first issue of Volume 27, as we emerge from winter, transforming with
Loneliness this bladed cannot be had without tenacity. Every night I dance a slow salsa against the whetstone. Whittle talons. Shave angles to tines.