The editors of Cider Press Review are delighted to be able to announce our nominations for the 2016 Pushcart Prize.
My fear is a flight pattern. It circles and rides the updrafts. I want these stars, all they swallow along the valley: the firs,
Black trees with branches outstretched like tentacles against the ringed glow of the harvest moon. Land and sky blurred a gradient of blue-gray on
Friday dusks, three friends watched a horse fence clip down like dominoes, a ray of bleached barn and brush of vineyards. Wrinkling the map