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 Donna Kuhn

Style

give me up; she answers like san francisco
investigate, take yr hairspray
i say write, write nothing

her in the kitchen so open
fancy line breaks
throw something away

hide it like a woman
who dont do anything
there goes her now

steaming in the kitchen
a book rises, dont fill me
a painter with such other flowers

i dream inside this her roses
nothing more where u are
would u just write something

overtalking inside yr language
i fall asleep and study
no dreaming hairspray language

not dreaming large wildflower
uneven paint, new york
she’s inside her skin

u dont know her
i studied her whispering
like a single mother

or geometric beauty salon
influence me




Impaled

i try to show him he’s like cloth
i try to fool him and the leader dies
he is impaled as if a bird was a rowboat

able, beauty sick, bad cult novels
he is after me with his art
time, it saves me

i try to fool him with his art
i am really running away
the art makes me able to fly

fake beauty, u make me so happy
i feel sick; rifle artist, im him
its a parachute as if a bird thru the front door

starts a fire, he is after me
with his art backwards
as if a bird etc.




Phonebill Theatre

u are one storm, i dont care
if the aliens ate all the cue cards
im not yr jesus phonebill theater

yr chevron buffaloes
“since i lost my wife
all i can do is sing the blues”

u dont know what i wish u were
your mother wants to count staples
i wish u bore me

the soy milk never glistened
i see im a lion; i see im lion meat
i have yr skin, yr answers

i wish u were contagious
im drowning; this is my tub
the sun goes bowling in america

i work for disneyland
its snowing in monterey
i wish i have a chevron station

the soy milk was being oblivious
shes too cool to be cloth
she too cool to be baldish hank

thanks, love; all around u


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Donna KuhnDonna Kuhn has published her poems in over 50 journals and anthologies including Santa Clara Review, Poetry New York, Red Dirt, fuel, forms and Poesy. Her poetry has been choreographed by Natica Angillys’ Poetic Dance Theater and is incorporated into her own dance, visual art, found sound collage tapes and video. Check out her web site, Online Web Art.