Summer solstice tends to feel wildly energetic, especially here in Santa Barbara, the long warm days in the northern hemisphere the opposite of hibernation. This issue of Anacapa Review launches with two poems from our advisory editor Laure-Anne Bosselaar that reflect the kind of “delirious…pure & zealous” impulse that frames this issue. Then again, impulse can go too far; as Gail Wronsky’s poems show—it’s complicated. We loved the way birds seemed to flock in between her poem and Cory Henniges’. Carol V. Davis writes refrains of love and the loss of language, while Bart Edelman almost seems to answer her from the perspective of “the hot mess and a half.” Jess Sand and John Surowiecki write about the shadow side of summertime games. Michelle Petty-Grue’s lament makes me think differently of those long, long days of summer vacation. Clayton Clark captures a moment of mercy and connection, before we close the issue with Natalie Marino’s summertime poems. Let this be a month where the daylight is long, the darkness brief.

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Laure-Anne Bosselaar

Early Morning Considerations after a Night of Rain
Walking Home from the Store

Gail Wronsky

Let the complicated times roll
We sit as if in a birdcage, delicately

Cory Henniges

The ways my life changed after the witch turned me into a bird

Carol V. Davis

Music Minus One
Dots and Dashes

Bart Edelman

Even the Dead

Jess Sand

Double Dutch

John Suroweicki

The Evacuation of Limbo

Michelle Petty-Grue

How it was

Clayton Clark

This Morning I Ate the Holes

Natalie Marino

A Little Love Letter to Southern California in Summer