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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Twitchy
By Nicholas Morgan

barnyard illusions wrapped up to fixate truck stop paranoia cameras on street poles waver through coming winter possible crashes cocaine bad to end all in nothing when arrived to not speak languages in Nebraska jihad revolutions gone backwards shift down to fifth gear slip slide they are coming to get you dude peeking in windows as night time female security jacks off foreign boss's in tool sheds made of fake wood with smeared on lipstick tricycle peddles overwhelming grief stricken egg headed odd fiesta birds freaking out before Palestine earthquake three legged drink swimming insects scrap around fingernails in offshore pollution drilling it is all planned by government to create fear with brainwashed idiot Americans trusting all the one sided news shows with subliminal messages in yogurt mountains along gulf coats they will create race wars so starving hybrid aliens from Jupiter can infiltrate the secret code of cronies wearing red suits to worship large owls hidden in northern California forests hanging their ties for a day in cream chiseled off road take another route low bridge warning jersey fukwads flood elderly homes to kill population control is goal cancer eating away my insides I hack up truth in desolate towns with no one but the sun to constantly hide my meds for another day on the road

daze off

sour toasts touch wanting lips connectivity is circumstantial knife throwers wrapped in saran melted burning flesh to jive in wrong crowd with no hands at all gone over edges created by mans superstitions we light another skinned & empty with a slowly erupting tingly feeling like pins needles with super fictional supercilious narcotic dances inside Texas sun illuminates black bearded black haired pale white boys with protruding guts to giggle like midget ballerina's on crack with bullets whizzing by their clef feet catching brain tissue from blown out warped minded sound fuzzy death with a side of life extra onions to gravy down so splato all over

freeway

mountains people growing eggplants while so called important men & women in tight 3 piece suits run for their lives while a mini cessna circles white houses some joker is having a laugh or two while sipping whiskey beamed pimple thought with a raspy stevie knicks cocained out voice of nicotine stained cells dead sober is suicide

compost heaps

jittery cunt stands among halos driven past worlds in dull-witted ugly hippie girls standing in swamps naked and hairy picking grasshoppers, sun lilies, dandelions, boogie boohyah dump stop truck stop shit for brains igloo freakozoid founder in tutees hypocrisy rounded cellulite legged torture chambers of fantastic morocco sand dunned Michigandering beach fest puke all night kid gone hound dog blues thang upside down walking up straight future isn't always as bleak beaked duck buttered bitch face

birthday

elvis week stuck in Memphis naked southerners on high speed chicken feed gawking at terminal tvs with slosh buckled over fed guts in parking lots near saloons some dark meat humps like viagra bunnies in heat hanging around shady bars with drunken bikers-large toothless females in leather rebel uniforms cameras spy behind closed curtain paranoia-johnny cash, hank williams patsy cline and stevie ray vaughn all play the old style juke box-watching the crazed owner stumble around behind bar feeding his illegal piranhas into one of his 5 massive fish tanks- welcoming me for beer after wagon wheel broken beer-begin to speak again mumbling incoherent makes perfect sense things when smells of trouble begin to slowly stir my insides- from San Antone to Charlotte these West Virginias lead to Birminghams Alabamas Kentucky Mississippi bumpy roads back to Atlanta on to Florida then shoot again through Ohio rain Louisiana border back to sun lit Texas seeing mangled wrecks of metal sometimes bloody pavement cause of busy body 4 wheelers who were so concerned about yapping on cell phones while driving in -out of freeway lanes-- till they become road kill-every voice on the cb is same voice- some southern backwoods twang..tin4.…tiiiin 4...ten 4 driver-Baton Rouge bridges connected to casinos glitter rejected castoffs of society with lesbian eating gentlemen's clubs-piranhas man tells me of how the beautiful women eat each others butt holes on stage while handing me a free pass for the show/ramen microwaves with spending sprees on credit minus bank trouble no more steaks-

80 thousand pounds of chocolate yahoo drinks with high value messages shooting towards me non stop beeping quall comms-last chance for liquor the sign reads before crossing state lines in highway hypnosis zoned out snap awake pay attention for minimum wage peanuts tell yourself never again oversleeping throbbing head fool elvis is dead & there goes my birthday

river

turbulence boosted sap sinking puff around towns in cities with homeless cardboard signs on lonely Phoenix corners one falls to knees for sleepless days in relapse just a few related Michiganders with accents in aaaabsolutley, a friend made a friend lost, Los Angeles traffic among smog so thick cant see pretty mountains flop down among Ontario truck stops 12 dollars a day rifle through San Jose 101 pestering accidents a contest between Dallas's smog or L.A.'s. burn the cities down start over planting concrete sky scrapers through Cincinnati, on towards Memphis eat at fly ridden diners in Oklahoma City Oklahoma wondering if its food poisoning or loneliness that makes one wretch into the wee hours of another rest area in New Mexico indian led ghosts haunting smoke circles panting in my own sadness its always hi bye, nice to of known you, never see you again, faces in images make like slow motion traffic signals mixed toxic dirt piles in upside down construction zones. Her smile was rare among the street monsters with agendas, spending life alone in ones own head most can not accomplish.. They need the clingy cling false affection of another so called bored loved one in the city lights of their own safety zones. Guided pussies on a vacation with out leaving their homes. I say roam.. Go.. Do.. Roam.. Go do.. Explore non stop all the pictures one has seen in glossy magazines among the discount porn and buy one get one free smokes.. Pick the hitch hikers up.. Maybe they have a story to tell, from New York to Montana can tell a lot by someone's eyes Chicago's flexible atmosphere moving at a snails pace with no smiles from 4 wheelers. Go anywhere. Do anything cause each day is your last. Fear leaves & it's just you and a steering wheel,18 wheels.. A rolling 3 ton coffin on wheels with a sometimes clear moving road no one else gets to see- bad station good station constantly flipping the controls in search of just one second of peace.. Maybe just 2 seconds of that old feeling they called love.. Possible never reached again.. Just hollow people with mean petrified expressions pasted on road way signs giving you false directions trying to flare a temper with psychotic thoughts all day long.. Give me it.. Give it to me you fukin self righteous bitch whore of the road wanderers. Your cum stained bathrooms of Portland mountains to waxed rascal San Antonio backwards café 3 am diners. Move move move those hips, make it look sexy she use to say. Shift gears, change a zillion times realizing it's all the same where ever you go. Escapes are short lived, just like battery acid expensive fuel, throw the trac fone out a broken window in an Arizona desert. See if snow men build rockets to somewhere else where the yawns stop for that one second of bliss filled female smiles.

gas tongue

blustered up nuances chatter bangers tight wrinkled ever loose clitoris extraordinaire tap foot blues can vagrant out with perfume sweat corn steak salted onion patch strawberry barf episodes in midnight 100 degree weather-instrumental stacks of eroded lps spin with satisfaction of who we are, where were at in grateful rides along bumpy Louisiana blues chords to the finger picker sliced shadows no hiding softly he barks in other dimensions once glues with flagrant bits in over speed hesitations -juice settled mind push ups pull ups sit ups fool scored old & fat yet relevant breaths taken with amusement park accidents changed diaper to hit roads in American ride alongs 7.5 zillion mistakes all taken to crocodile forgiver who eats yams with hooded toothless Kentucky turd bobbers for oranges wipe downed clean truck for 2 hours.. it is home cut carpet nice looking small mini tv blue walls & sudden calls from friends you thought were locked in Tijuana jails popped tomatoes in farmers sitting in chairs along Mississippi windy roads leading to expansions in meditated thoughts of no broken air dryers bunk directions clean bed sheets ready to roll chili add beans sausage nose she called me for a smile or two with bouncing inbred bread making butter parties on horse wound up torturous belligerent so cautious to word correctly nothingness/barf breaks/ more gobbles inherent hereditary fools in white appraised heave circles around ants near red bricks in backyards fly swarms sad dog gone he piano playing in sky times with raspy sounding angels who chain smoke hit rhythms in beauty for another one howls left wondering if sanity is given or learned i sit in satellite fed delusions making perfect sense as i write directions down to a place i can't find all gun powder needed to swallow one more bluegrass ditty

mapless minds

opiate curved revelations tingling through dotted pupils

suicide bombers wrapping themselves in explosives

like tightly saran wrapped truck loads of winn Dixie

lashing off ditches for edges in forlorn commands found

back roads of Georgia folkies sing sky anthems bout bloodless

clots gone hay wired steps in timeless Atlanta traffic fiddles

their purpose only stimulates the problem men create


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Nicholas MorganNicholas Morgan is a truck driver, originally from California, who has an address in Texas that he never goes to. He has been published extensively in the small press, and runs a literary message board at members3.boardhost.com/jellygun.