Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
For those who have no calling, how does one spend the time? Is my today just a groove for my tomorrow? There are books
My father worships in the cathedral of the eye the ancient memory box falls open the stored pictures crisp as cellophane
He loved himself intensely, loved his eyes, the sleepy mellow droop of his eyelids neatly creased at the corners. Satisfied, calm, he took the