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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 Maurice Oliver

Current Events, Idiomatic

I take her snide remark at breakfast & frame it analytically.

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During the backyard potluck I have a sudden craving for walnuts.

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I stand at the kitchen window and watch the ladybug cross the pane.

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At the flea market I search for my very first camera with no luck.

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During the Baroque concert that evening I sit close enough to notice how the blue veins move around beneath the transparent skin of the dark-haired cello player. When she stands to accept the applause I realize her dress in adorable. I pretend to remember it from the performance a month again, so she won't be offended.




An Impromptu Using Scaffolds

She never pretends
to be charming!

But on occasion she does
cross my Rialto a time or two,

wearing only her faults as if they
were a sign of good taste.

Can you guess her trade? Clue; it
resembles a beach house in the Bronx.




Salutary Surgery or Humdrum Substitute

Onions however, usually smell like onions.

Whether she actually smells them or not, she drops
by for dinner uninvited. She brings one green tomato.

Two little chickadees. Three plastic Madonnas that
resemble the Vietnam War. Four place-mat sets

celebrating the glory of gay marriage. Five fairy-tale
aprons with their own deck of playing cards. Six

genital kinships about to give birth to the Blues. Eight
fancy detox clinic lobbies. Nine Liberace lookalikes.

Oh yeah, and ten hypotenuses to JFK's assassination,
cleverly disguised as Swedish meatballs.


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Maurice Oliver spent almost a decade working as a freelance photographer in Europe. Then, in 1995, he made a lifelong dream reality by traveling around the world for eight months, recording his experiences in a journal instead of pictures. His poetry has appeared in The Potomac Journal, Circle Magazine, Bullfight Review, Tryst3 Journal, The MAG, Eye-Shot, The Surface, Wicked Alice, WordRiot, Taj Mahal Review(India), Stride Magazine(UK), Retort Magazine(Australia), & online at subtletea.com, undergroundvoices.com, friggmagazine.com, tmpoetry.com, zafusy.com, girlswithinsurance.com, & interpoetry.com (UK). He lives in Portland, Oregon where he is a tutor. His poetry blog can be visited at www.bloxster.net/mauriceoliver.