Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 5, is now online. Yeah, you heard right…, Issue 5. We’re shifting our new volume year to begin in April starting in 2017. For now, enjoy a special BONUS issue to Volume 18 with new poems by Laura Falsetti, Sara Henning, Elizabeth Onusko, Alyssa Jewell, John A. Nieves, Hayden Saunier, Wendy Drexler, Wendy Taylor Carlisle, Alina Borger, Sarah Carleton, Allyson Jeffredo, Wendy DeGroat, Charlotte Covey, Judith Montgomery, Carmen Germain, and Christopher Citro. Stay tuned later in the month for new reviews by Jeff Whitney and Barbara L. Estrin.
I’ve come from rooms rimed with memories, come with a heart refusing gone, come to sit until it succumbs to this insistent impermanence, chiseled evidence I can read and touch as afternoon’s amber seeps from stone, generations of bone-dust buried in rows eroding toward an ivy and kudzu clot, Smith and Seddon the nearest plots—Charles, M.D., beside Louise, only five, Elvira, known as Ella when she was alive, James, her son, and Fanny Brown, gone before she turned one. As I record their dates, names, journal threads let go of the page, magnolia leaves and cones pock the ground with each gust, scarlet seeds spilling slow like blood when the skin’s caught, river’s roar below just water drops hourglassing through rock. Each time I stop my pen, look, more people cross the bridge, boats beneath, everything moving toward somewhere else and that same place at once. Later, I forget. Plate empty, I ask for the check, worried you’ve been alone too long. Then I remember. This is my heart again, keeping you from dead. On the way home, moon’s surplice gray on the road ahead, none of the lights will stay red.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 4.
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