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Volume 14, Issue 1 Now Online

CPR Volume 14, Issue 1

Cider Press Review’s inaugural web issue, CPR Volume 14, Issue 1, is now online. Read new work by Aran Donovan, Mercedes Lawry, Daye Phillippo, Janet Barry, Athena Kildegaard, Luke Whisnant, Tim Suermondt, James Cox, Wendy Drexler, Jin Cordaro, Ronda Broatch, Julia Esacove, Stan Sanvel Rubin, Cory McClellan,  René Char, Nancy Naomi Carlson, Wendy Taylor Carlisle, Sharon Olson, Jennifer Finstrom, Sandra Stone, Laura J. Martin, Doug Ramspeck, and Sara Dailey. Read the issue online today; download a Kindle version from Amazon next week.

The Lonely Architect Walks His House at Night, by Aran Donovan

made of lock, made of key, made of bone
and long windows. made gently, piece
on piece, paving stones selected, set—
leading to the door or away again.
premises sealed. made hollow, made arches
holding up white ceilings, wide
the length of time for sun to reach
across each room. unnecessary moon
erasing the warmth of afternoon
still in the floors. hardwood, a hanging
platform built indoors. o knots and planks,
a narrow boat to cross
from bank to bank. toll of pennies tossed.
who keeps these gates? house not means
but place—desert, now undone, dissolved
in sand, peeling away in ants.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 14, Issue 1.

Aran DonovanAran Donovan is an MFA student in poetry and translation at the University of Arkansas. She likes it there. Her poetry has appeared in Phoebe and is forthcoming in Southern Poetry Review and Rhino.

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The Wry Scientist, by Mercedes Lawry

The wry scientist feels heroics are unnecessary.
She shirks the convoluted equations and heads
for the atomic heart. The orbit of thought sliced
by need, dissected by a frivolous narrative
and neatly stacked by the bed. Hence, dreams
without effort. Little bird feet tick tacking
on a page, the world is a cage, is a series of
clashing explanations like greens, winter,
spring, what grows and dies to a sad, skint twig.
She is no mother of mercy. She is no shrill Cassandra.
Let’s all spin, she thinks, till we fall down,
proving a point in the garbled scheme of the world.


Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 14, Issue 1.

Mercedes Lawry has published in Poetry, Rhino, Nimrod, Poetry East and elsewhere. She’s published two chapbooks: There Are Crows in My Blood & Happy Darkness, fiction & stories & poems for children.

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