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 John Sweet

child found half-drowned in a laundromat washing machine

and the mother last seen
driving south

the father gone for so long
that no one
remembers his name

and these words
should have power but
they don't

i should be angry but
am only tired

can only sit at this empty table
in this cold house and wait
for the next atrocity to occur

can only listen to
the baby cry upstairs

the spike that
holds us together
long and sharp and
driven deep through both
our hearts




crimson

or this place where
an eight year-old boy rapes
his four year-old sister

this place where
anyone's child is found dead
in a locked cage

is found covered with shit and
with cigarette burns
and what if all you can be is angry?

what if the sunlight is
beautiful but meaningless?

and i remember that you wouldn't smile

i remember kissing your scars
in a silent room

or maybe this begins too sound
too much like poetry

maybe pollock said it best when
he said nothing at all

do you see?

we spend our lives
repeating our mistakes

we dream in color and we let
the starving babies starve
and no one really cares

listen

there are obscene amounts of money
to be made from war

there are thirteen year-old girls
willing to fuck you for just a
taste of it and this is how
religions are born

i have yet to meet a god who
didn't want me on
my knees




rivers of filth, oceans of disease

twelve illegal aliens found dead
in the back of a van
on a dirt road in new mexico

do you know this song?

or what about the fifteen year-old boy
shot to death with a machine gun
because his brother owes his dealer money?

what about the teenage girls raped
in motel rooms for the internet?

imagine a world full of questions
without answers

imagine priests fucking young boys
in the name of god

the way starving children are a
political issue
and not a human one

and do you remember why
victor jara was murdered?

do you remember how many bodies
were pulled from the congo?

how many young women were sent
to the rape camps and
never seen again?

or maybe none of it matters

maybe there's nothing you can do
to save anyone

it needs to be considered


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John Sweet has outlasted every small-press fad for the past fifteen years. His latest chapbook, Enemy, is available from Pink Anarchkitty Press.