Volume 1, Number 6

In Santa Barbara, summer is still lush (for now) and filled with rustle and chirps. This issue opens with an invitation to observe (and, perhaps, be observed) with advisory editor Heather Sellers. Her poem almost feels like a haibun when followed by B. J. Buckley‘s moment of nature’s exuberance. Even in Carson Sandell‘s descriptions of car repair, birdsongs message something more. Is anything inconsequential? Ask Carolyn Jabs. And as summer travel seems to be back to pre-pandemic levels, Janet Bowdan asks where we are now. Elise Hempel is our second Anacapa Alum to make a repeat appearance; we loved the way her poem follows here. Thank you, Gerry LaFemina, for celebrating postcards! The darkness of Anna Leahy‘s poem gripped us by the throat. In an issue full of human gestures, Stephen Kampa seemed to hit just the right note. David A. Goodrum connects again to the birds, the power lines. Finally, Mariano Zaro, remembers a meaningful farewell, which seemed the right way to close the issue.

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