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 Maggie Shurtleff


never crossed my mind
i would not be seen
for who i am
             white broke down ghetto baby
fit in just right, calls n hisses
step to the beat
incinerator kisses
             white broke down ghetto baby
double dutchin' electric slidin'
dry humpin' in the basement
slip n slidin' hands a jiving
             white broke down ghetto baby
mommy crazy, daddy drunk
sister two shades darker
that's the truth
             white broke down ghetto baby
school all done
get up and get out
don't turn around
             white broke down ghetto baby
blonde party girls, taking me in
never felt good about their kind;
roots too light
             white broke down ghetto baby
marvin gaye, al green, hooker
blues boomin chords
struck, ingrained
             white broke down ghetto baby
took a ride in the old hood
home at last felt good
dirty looks, staring me down
             white broke down ghetto baby
never crossed my mind
i would not be seen
for who i am
             white broke down ghetto baby.




iv.

there's a new man in our building
he's old and raggedy, eyes don't work together,
one goes this way, the other that way

he smiles and talks too much to us
little girls- best friends, calls us honey, throws kisses
and grabs his crotch when we walk by.

we live on the fifth floor.
he lives on the third floor.
he hangs out in the stairwell. us- girls
try to take the elevator

but he hears us press the elevator button,
the clang of it rushes up. when he knows
we've gotten in--he hurries up and presses
the third floor button- makes us stop
on the way down. he gets in.

we keep our eyes to the nasty floor,
we don't say a word. it doesn't matter none

he moves in close, smelling of beer, weed
and stank. we squeal, push our hands into him,
push him away but he laughs, brimming in gold
and emptiness.

we hold him off good enough
cuz third to first aint so long a ride
in the elevator,

but third to first on the stairs,
aint no good idea.

on the way back home,
we try the fire escape
but he sees us coming, and waits.

we make a plan to split up
one goes one way, the other goes another
but he catches me,

pretty little white girl
needs some lovin, he says.
i don't need nothing. my fist ready.

here come brotha-fixin to tear
this man down i think

instead brotha grabs hold
of my arm, yells at me
all the way home, telling me,

i aint got no business
being out here alone.




fuck the rest

These talks we have, sex fodder for the mind
resemble to me the pick up lines- of drunk
professors at college bars, hoping to score
a little. And me, student, adoringly see
all in you, that I want in me. So, I reveal
those lusty secrets through tongue
embrace and kissing nipples. You being old,
there's not much you say, but Come on baby
Let's go to your place
. So we do- our hands
speak now. Over curves and coils, and love lust
soils sheets on bed, counters, and carpet's red.
You look to me, ask This is your first? I nod my
head to confirm. Upon that release you get up
and weave, telling me you did not know. I watch
you pace back and forth, holding head in hand
and wishing judgment in court of higher god maybe,
or thrashing of whip. I do not understand
this sudden cold dip. You say to me, you did not
know, over and over, you say you'll have to pay
the highest of tolls. Again, I reach out to soothe
your wants-but you will not feel me, you will not. I beg
and plead for you to calm but you go right on with all
your haunts. I sit on bed legs spread apart, hand in sex,
and dream of flaunts. Only days ago, you saw me here
and now that I am, you want to disappear. I do not
understand this switch of mind. What is wrong?
You say it is a matter of love and time. Both you have not,
both I do.
I stand to correct this utter fool. You may
be the first to pop my cherry, but I am not going to marry.
I am a slut at heart you see but I could not find anyone
as worthy, as you, a professor to profess, all that I have
for this one climb into passage. Now I'm looking forward
to leaving you far behind. So if you want to stand there longer,
and fill this room with dumb ass fodder- just let me know
and I'll leave you the key. I'll walk out the door and find
another prick to seize. If you want to hear those moans
that livened every one of your bones then come back to bed,
come back to these breasts, let me kiss and suck
and fuck the rest.


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