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.
Paige Bruckner: “Why I No Longer Read Postcards”
Jacob Butlett: “Phoenix”
Juliet Cook and j/j hastain: “Water Retention” and “Shark Attack”
Janelle Cordero: “disappointed,” “shallow,” and “collective conscious”
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”