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 Dana Jerman

emotional cardboard

two dimensional stand up smiles
you can see the gum and that
tongue behind her teeth that

with gun and needle the same
tattooed if dying lovers got to
pick new bodies would they

a place to end up at midnight
the beat buick of a friends
mother a place to get dry

it's like you died talkin'
I got rights, social security,
snorting aspirin for personal life

personalities change at
parties and womanly eyes
say no harm no foul

stealing into your eyes girl
in the window at franklin court
back at the party got shoved.

the back of a plastic
indian stand up and fight
these soldiers with swords

college babies hot for
ideological purity the smallest
things are where you find

glass windows on the
ditch long walks and
sex and cigarettes and paychecks

tighty whitey all your
friends have money so why
isnt the tv burnt to the floor

she's on the box and a
hit in hell animate objective
xeroxed opinions loud earrings

kissing all implicit semantics
generations crossword
puzzle solves childhood

what is it all just
in time for religious conviction
and the parties end.

a brightly lit room
a heavy door snowball
hits the school bus rear

super soft breasts c-cup
freudian regression over tea
and spelling bee discovery

extreme eyeliner siren
on the street emergency
goodbye spilled over courtship

history umbilical cuts
my name in hieroglyph
all postmodern acts lie

sweet russian romantic her
christmas light a string on
her neck her foundation smiled.




The Theologist's Humor

He makes a note to be poignant.
To tell the truth and the truth about
knowing the truth.

He has great moments at stoplights.
The way home is littered with thinking
about dreams and a lover. objective joy.

He wants existence. Finding deity in the profane
isn't hard. But he cant do it forever.
God won't let him.

He thinks of all the breath men use to tell jokes.
The unhad laughter like licks of electricity
connecting faster than prayer.

His smile is a secret reflected in holy water.
He is made of blood and bile, sexual in nature
and forgone as god's bonedry conclusions.


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Dana JermanDana says, "Im from Pittsburgh PA. Currently living in Washington DC in the northwest and working as a teacher with high school students, but life is radical as a student of history and an advocate for the future. Any future. As Faulkner once said: "I refuse to accept the end of man."
But hey, if it happens, cool.
I love to write and read like crazy. If you are a writer too and want to swap stuff for editing and proofing, do it!
Bios make me nervous!! So please email: dmjermgurl@yahoo.com."