The editors of Cider Press Review are delighted to be able to announce our nominations for the 2016 Pushcart Prize.
You touch me and I go all directions at once— wayward, starstruck by street signs and alleyways, hopped up on a muddy trail’s unfamiliar
Say no. Say Shiloh. To within, from now on, say without. Can you hear him? Exactly. And wherever all that beautiful disappeared to to
They’re converting chicken excrement into energy, all that phosphorous, light-bearer, giver of life— one percent of all our body weight, no wonder you shimmer