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 Donna Snyder

Chilling Effect

I want to write
About being silenced & scrutinized
& at risk, but do it like Darwin’s daughter.
In my dreams, jeweled words wrangle sense & image.
Sun-shot thought champions dissent, but anything I say can and will be
used against me.

Grackles become witches, conjure brilliance and cajole
brutes along the way, their black bird reflections winged
pools of evanescent jet.

The path ahead is made of rubies
each stone a drop of my own blood. Oxygen molecules glow
like gems in each live hemoglobin racing through veins of sky.

Where is the vigor of astringency, the vinegar homilies
to warn of Cassandra’s oblivion?
Where are the bereaved
clad in weeds of aubergine and black?

In the garden there is a skein of broken limbs,
bound for burial. Avert your eyes and pray for solace, the sweet
bitterness of grapefruit marmalade that wrenches
a tongue from slumber.




Dead Hands

The dead reach out across the desert
burned like bricks by the enemy sun

Beyond the corpses
a litter of bottles emptied of life
make a trail to the border with its gaudy signs

Down the highway
a panel truck hides its contraband behind a locked door
Inside the odor of bodies warns the night sky
to open its arms to death’s bounty

The desert stretches
like a merciless sea of boiled blood waiting for the coming sun

Only the desperate
believe the lies of the coyote
(Coyote tricked the Holy Ones out of their fire
and gave it to the People along with this scorched earth)

Somewhere the names of workers are written
like beads between fingers

Somewhere fields still and quiet
wait for dead hands to harvest poisoned fruit


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Donna Snyder is the founder and coordinator of El Paso's Tumblewords Project, which has been presenting creative writing workshops and performance events in the Texas/New Mexico/Chihuahua border region since 1995. She has been a featured performer at literary events throughout the Border region, and has published in a variety of small magazines including Puerto Del Sol, NuCity, Sin Fronteras, and Chrysalis. Since 1980, Snyder has worked as an advocate for indigenous peoples, immigrants, farm workers, garment workers, and people with mental or physical disabilities.