The editors of Cider Press Review are delighted to be able to announce our nominations for the 2016 Pushcart Prize.
Though the twisting road to the peak was clear and dry, I labored through deep snow, lost and out of season, hurrying to find
One of those still, grey days, as if to whisper winter. If there is a god and he’s still around, this is surely how
The dreams of the old men are winter snow, and the moon a fisherman casting down an invisible line, the signatures of light a