The editors of Cider Press Review are delighted to be able to announce our nominations for the 2016 Pushcart Prize.
Eyes closed, I inhale, I imagine:
a fine needle in the arm opens your chest,
raises you to a high pitch,
sets you humming all night.
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I am writing this card, as I feel I must, to tell you how sorry I am that your mother has died.
And when the girl asks her why that man set himself on fire, how is she to respond except as any mother hemorrhaged by