Unlikely 2.0


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Editors' Notes

Maria Damon and Michelle Greenblatt
Jim Leftwich and Michelle Greenblatt
Sheila E. Murphy and Michelle Greenblatt

A Visual Conversation on Michelle Greenblatt's ASHES AND SEEDS with Stephen Harrison, Monika Mori | MOO, Jonathan Penton and Michelle Greenblatt

Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

Visual Poetry by Reed Altemus
Poetry by Glen Armstrong
Poetry by Lana Bella
A Eulogic Poem by John M. Bennett
Elegic Poetry by John M. Bennett
Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
A Eulogy by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Joel Chace
A Spoken Word Poem and Visual Art by K.R. Copeland
A Eulogy by Alan Fyfe
Poetry by Win Harms
Poetry by Carolyn Hembree
Poetry by Cindy Hochman
A Eulogy by Steffen Horstmann
A Eulogic Poem by Dylan Krieger
An Elegic Poem by Dylan Krieger
Visual Art by Donna Kuhn
Poetry by Louise Landes Levi
Poetry by Jim Lineberger
Poetry by Dennis Mahagin
Poetry by Peter Marra
A Eulogy by Frankie Metro
A Song by Alexis Moon and Jonathan Penton
Poetry by Jay Passer
A Eulogy by Jonathan Penton
Visual Poetry by Anne Elezabeth Pluto and Bryson Dean-Gauthier
Visual Art by Marthe Reed
A Eulogy by Gabriel Ricard
Poetry by Alison Ross
A Short Movie by Bernd Sauermann
Poetry by Christopher Shipman
A Spoken Word Poem by Larissa Shmailo
A Eulogic Poem by Jay Sizemore
Elegic Poetry by Jay Sizemore
Poetry by Felino A. Soriano
Visual Art by Jamie Stoneman
Poetry by Ray Succre
Poetry by Yuriy Tarnawsky
A Song by Marc Vincenz


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two poems by Steve Caratzas

Consider This an Admission of Guilt

Leave me to a dank alley;
Thatís more than good enough.

How different really from
The aisle I watched you walk
So full of hope,
So stupid?

When I get what I deserveó
Some malignant evil
Slurping the last dregs
Of my souló
I pray to God they hook me up
To the Premium cancer nozzle
In the oncology ward.

Every time I get a dress shirt
I see your dress hanging there.
And if I squint just right
I get a nice vision of me
In its place:
Bug-eyed and blue tongue
Protruding.

And for real kicks
I leisurely read
The inscriptions
In our rings,

Engraved with lies,
Though we chose the nicest font.




Poems About Death are Really Poems About Love

Hey you,
Dumb God:

Are you oriented x3?

Can you tell me the truth
Or something like it?

And is the lemon flower really sweet?

I got no truck
Especially
From downtown,

So

Iíll take a dry heave to go
And yes
I want the group rate.

Because:
-Iíve watched the Chinese Downhill
-Iíve seen a dogfight over Libya

And I know:

-Time has owned my bitch ass from the moment I was born.

Itís okay.

Life is a sneak thief with
A pretty face, ugly shoes.

And some days you canít die fast enough.


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Steve says, "My work has been published by New School University's DIAL Magazine. I have worked as a legal proofreader, financial journalist and dot.com content strategist. I spent 15 years playing guitar in a dozen or so New York-based rock bands. I have been inspired by the work of William S. Burroughs, Lou Reed, and David Lynch."