This issue is entitled "This Is Why You Can't Stand" and, in keeping with our tradition, that title is from one of the works appearing in this issue. Thanks to CL Bledsoe for the line (and the poems!)

It was tempting to call this issue "Right Hand Pointing Answers the Phone at 3:00 A.M." That's because we at Right Hand Pointing have the maturity, the experience, the resolve, the character, and the cajones to answer the telephone in the middle of the night, should we have a literary crisis in this country that requires it. Do not depend on those wusses at our competitor magazines to answer the phone and save your sleeping children from some crisis of egregious taste.

In fact, if we get that call in the middle of the night, while your cute little blond-haired daughter is sleeping, we're prepared to read some poetry to whoever it is we have to talk to at 3:00 a.m. Seriously, haven't we all been reduced to reading our poetry to SOMEBODY at 3:00 in the morning at least once? This time, we promise not to cry and beg our ex-girlfriend to come back.

And another thing. We at Right Hand Pointing haven't taken a dime of money from special interest groups. Have you ever wondered why you're starting to see all these sestinas appearing on our opponent 'zines but not on ours? For those of you who think it's because we don't know what a sestina is HEY!! NOT TRUE!! We Googled it. So we got it. (Then we forgot it and Googled it again.) No, it's because those other 'zines are rolling around in Sestina Political Action Committee cash. (S-PAC is increasingly powerful. If it gets any more powerful, the NRA people are going to start shooting at it.)
 

A lot of our competitors, like those sissies at POETRY, keep talking about their experience. Experience, experience, experience. If I hear one more time about how they were founded in 1912 by Harriett Monroe, I'm going to puke. It's really not about how long you've been around. It's about judgment. We've been around at RHP since 2004. So, think of it this way.  POETRY has the mind of a 96-year-old. And RHP has the mind of a, ok, a 4-year-old but that's not important right now. The point is: We're young and they're old. Also we hear they have a hot temper and may have fathered a person of color in South Carolina.
 

Have we put together another issue of quality short poems? Yes, we think we kinda have. Have we thrown in a short story for good measure? Yes, we think we kinda have. Have we opened the issue with some odd piece of diagramatic conceptual art that defies meaning? Yes, we think we kinda have.