Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
Before the quake, I barely saw them. Now I speed beneath their arches praying, “Wait! Don’t squash me! Please!” Houses are heaps of concrete,
In the dark city’s gleaming freezers of office buildings, shut computers cool in rows like ice cubes. Women working late suddenly pass by empty
Some women would remember the rain pelting the cobblestones of a French city without consequences, like the skitter of fingernails across a lover’s back