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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three poems by Steve Dalachinsky

Wow

the knife
doth cut the
belly of
the apple
the blather come
from
center like
wormgut
2 fingers
swell w/
letters
there are typos every
where
within the narrow
spaces

we talk to each other
& each one
listens
to it
self
the knife cut thru
the skin
& another head
drop like
apple
like the lesson gravity
teaches
us
still

we are firmly planted here
in outer
space

hung up here in outer
space
the worms we are still
conquering
holes
created by the worms
we
are




fatarmfullofroses

she should be growing roses
rather than wearing them
on her
flesh

letters circled in a game
form
wonder
words
scrambled
rhymes
oranges
hot on the top
cold on the bot
tom
grams of
fields
of......................

...........spaghetti strength

but we CAN do
something
about
the
future.




Society's Eyes

in almost tandem
in almost opposition
in state of come-union
in state of endearment
in a body marked fragile
&
fragile body
what of life remains
when even one has god in his pocket

there is no jericho
twin jerichos
1000's of jerichos

clear water
murky water
water within colored glass

the world of the coward
the world of the hustler
the poet
the craftsman
the gangsta
the conman
the petty thief                          (  the fink   the crafty con  )

the singer speaks for the first time
the speaker sings
                                       (  trans  port  a  tion  )

sort of the low end of high society
water trapped behind colored glass
the sky falling
like an aging museum
like an undressed whore
with shortness of breath

the future marching ahead
tho the natural flow
is backward


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Steven Dalachinsky was born in Brooklyn, New York sometime after the last Big War and before lots of useless little wars...he has been writing poetry since before then and has always...he is basically self-taught...his great loves and influences are the Beats, Blake, Kafka, Camus, Harpo, surreal and abstract painting and music......especially jazz and so-called "Avante Guarde" or "FREE" jazz. Two key elements in his poetry are spontaneity and the idea of transformation rather than description with a preference toward non-linear, non-narrative though. He resides in Manhattan where he has lived for the past 30 years.