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 B. Z. Niditch

The Book Boy

They call him
the book boy,
at three he looked
at cherubic illustrations
of angels and saints,
at four he tore through
Blake's lions & bats,
by five he survived
reading and feeding in
War and Peace,
at six, during vacation
he became the youngest proofreader
in New York City,
at seven he was writing
his own fiction,
including science,
at eight he completed
his bio
replete with photos
and volume one commentaries,
at nine he won
several prizes
national and international,
at ten he was into
criticism of criticism
of criticism,
at eleven he became
his own publisher,
at twelve he did translations
in twelve languages,
at thirteen he had
a breakdown of sorts
while working on his book
of knowledge,
it's rumored
he works downtown
in a used bookstore;
he is in remainders.




Seven O'Clock

A few shadows
appear on the back steps
a young orthodox soul
with commentaries
in his small hands
talks to a ballet dancer
practicing at the bus stop
making no secret
of her falling strap.

A mother with a coughing boy
demanding entrance to
the closed post office
watches two patients in leather
like unknowable angels
being put in a van
after road rage
and I, pretending to be foreign,
or to be asleep
unwilling to be a witness
of those whose liability is this life
walk away with the young woman
hawking newspapers
announcing another war.




By Exeter Street (Boston 2005)

This sky has lost snow
on a cab's siren
and the door closes
getting in a salty insult
a last look back
at the frozen parking lot
resembling a whitened shipwreck
by the crossroad harbors
in the ancient world.

You refuse to be silent
trying to humor me
in the lusterless mirror
of the dirty yellow taxi
your face is wizened pink
amid a chilling tomb
the mustached driver laughs
wishing to take you home
by voiding the meter.


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B. Z. Niditch is a poet, playwright and teacher. His work appears in Anthology of Magazine Verse & Yearbook of American Poetry, Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art, The Literary Review, Denver Quarterly, International Poetry Review, Hawaii Review, Prism International, France's Le Guepard, and the Czech Republic's Jejune. He will soon be featured in The New Novel Review. A new collection of his poetry, Crucifixion Times, has been published by University Editions.