Welcome to the February Issue, Issue 27.6 of Cider Press Review. In this issue of Cider Press Review, we search for a blueprint to
Welcome to the February Issue, Issue 27.6 of Cider Press Review. In this issue of Cider Press Review, we search for a blueprint to
It’s very cold in the poem. All I have is the rhythm of my legs—spondaic—with an italic of gimp. And some mud. God might
I want to possess June though it can’t be done. I breathe it in, let it model my hair. I pull out its bounty