Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 3 is now online. Enjoy new poems by M. Ross Henry, Carmen Germain, Catherine Moore, Erin Rodoni, Sarina
She insists it is always summer on the white road, always morning, and the fish bones by the river are picked clean. He watches
The hens shrill us awake into the bullet dawn. Only animals move quickly in this primordial light. My husband makes coffee with my rifle
Translated by Michael Goldman There’s not just barley growing in the new Danish landscape loneliness grows there too and denser with each year that