Anna’s Hummingbirds prefer the dot-dash-dot of the telegraph but will settle for the screwbean mesquite’s subtle caesuras.  My grandmother used one as a suncatcher, the hummingbird that is, but she’s gone now, and the hummingbirds are on their own, the plastic feeder gathering dust in a garden shed’s cardboard box.  But still. A person and a poem and a hummingbird are one, as you’ll discover as your long thin tongue reaches deep into the nectar that comprise the lines of our eleventh issue.  Dig in.


E. Kristin Anderson: “Tonight I Broadcast My Terrible Mouth in the Worst Possible Lighting,” “Somehow I’ll Always Know Where You Buried the Ending,” and “Always We Build in the Direction of the Kill”

Paige Bruckner: “Why I No Longer Read Postcards”

Jacob Butlett: “Phoenix”

Dan Cardoza: “If You Pause,” “My Raised Amnesia Garden,” and “Weather Report, Chance of Rain”

Juliet Cook and j/j hastain: “Water Retention” and “Shark Attack”

Janelle Cordero: “disappointed,” “shallow,” and “collective conscious”

Howie Good: “How to Prepare for Heartbreak” and “Man Vs. Bullet”

Ron Riekki: “To the A-hole in Oakland who Pulled out a Crowbar,” “Watching a Music Video Where the Rich People Act like They’re Poor,” and “In the Military, I had a P.O. who Told Us to Paint the Bottom of the Stairs”

Alan Toltzis: “Limits” and “Verdugo Mountain Devotional”