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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Last Shards
by k. m. gallagher

Three

terrorism a hot commodity, crucified by the illusion of safety. hawks and vultures swooping all around your defenseless body, messengers and spies in camouflage, thrown into a shark tank. addictive as sense impairment, drowned in alcohol and caffeine, the rustle of petals and leaves feeling too familiar. push or pull, add or subtract, either way it doesn't matter. toxic smiles smashed within cave drawings scribbled before history, now in file cabinets. approach of flowing circumstance, ceaseless and incessant usually or often counterpart to exceed the speed of inarticulate arrivals. rushing the end zone and sucked like a spur over the peak, putting stock in notches while unable to gauge or dodge dandelions in bug-eyed bloom. archaic anachronism of anarchy, straddling a balance beam on castle islands, the chaotic establishment grows sour and stifled. bricks gave way to balloons, attacking the sketches with a sensitive vocabulary, saintly inhaling steam like a surreal gypsy who pledges their fledgling submarine. periscope vineyards of elixirs being rationed off and interpreted like model racecars, yellow toy dump trucks and inflatable pools. god has us on a healthy diet, stupefied whipping and screaming from the balcony, landing on the windshield. a genetic mutation resulting in dull fangs, foaming and frothing, homeless wandering and nomadic computer chanting its flailing failures. the tail of a cetacean, intelligently pulsating for echo location purposes. angry at being poised at the guillotine, hung on the gallows with a pungent, potent odor of a blueprint for our demise. in between cellular processes and crevices, a crying creed takes the blame for evil on a blank slate. skating pirouette with dilated hazel pupils and an empty parking meter. i am the champion of lazy enamels, engraving framed portraits all messed up by the boardgame. the floors are lame lately, drunken wheels bouncing over the gravel, teasing me with their moisture in morning, afternoon or evening. a fortunate blessing to be animated by this pencil, catalyst for a spirit made up of explosive dynamite. it goes tick-tock. we are all observers and our stomachs are churning. surfing on stereo sound waves just for survival although tortured by leftovers in the refrigerator. household chores are performed with remarkable dexterity. wounded and vulnerable at an airport you lapse into dehydration. who acknowledges our labor, anyway? with the dawn i yawn and howls escape fast from my headphones. ladies and gentlemen, please place your bets. access granted or denied depending on whether it's in the cards. the taste of minimum wage medicine peeling away third world violence like miserable quarters or tokens in vending and pinball machines. a Jurassic arcade launchpad, savage rainbows tipping their hats to our curvature. turntables confessing something is amiss, unfair apocalypse and nuclear holocaust. might as well be my last will and testament, earthquakes tornadoes hurricanes and tsunami cannot match up to this. traverse a demented swamp in thigh-high boots, pirates with scurvy on hunger strike, like spyware and popup advertisements. honeymoon traveler engaged in cumbersome imagery, counterfeit currency exchanging cashier cleared out the cash register. i'm afraid my landlord hates me for jaywalking with mascara across avenues and boulevards. jump on the bandwagon, for these Xerox copies are all altered and in Arabic. clockwise as the crow flies, aneurysms either chocolate or vanilla, catch my drift? a genocide has been averted, substituted for a faulty euthanasia program. targeted are the physically disabled and mentally impaired. i'm a buoy juggling evangelist propaganda on my shoulders, we all deserve a good flogging. there is no monarch, only kings and queens in corporate monopoly migraine headaches. you can either rescue the hostages or defuse the bomb. taxi-cab drivers in tuxedos told to pay their taxes. holographic helicopter spanning channels for spilled milk. startled by an outbreak of epidemic proportions. led astray by the ashtray's liquidated assets. pawns drumming to their fullest capacity, polar axis made up of stripes, dots and spots. aluminum foil alliteration tilted forever always asking and procrastinating on the task at hand: hyper Mediterranean skies agree with clever conversation and drool over desperate hexagons. my handicapped copilot has retreated for his daily cigarette, the idea of women and pharmaceutical comfort. the aquarium leaks, it's too late, close the curtains and shudder. we're surrounded, bean bag ice cream traps ambushing on equilibrium.

blinking bears bare their embarrassing hiccups beside punctual puzzles. a plethora of symmetrical seatbelt swarms, sapphire rubies manic and aligned to the colossal stagnation. volcanic geyser erupting liquid magma unto the terrain while present tense surprising presents wrapped in ribbons are presented to the politician's point of view. a drizzle of crooked gossip travels from trench warfare in the utopian desert. barcodes which were once tangible, now belonging to the excited air. it's too tacky. clean shaven people pacing around their pillows, drinking holy cocktails in a diner, preparations for an invented century. circus sideshow freak rants to the roadkill prototype who is malignant & cancerous. cannot ascertain degraded gradients, graceful extremities of cinematic diversity. romantic criteria duplicating animated neon microphones; evaporated precipitation and an itch you cannot scratch. trying to justify drivethrough traffic, accessories filling the aisles, thorns and briars atop the patio. double agenda repressed by disbelief in perverted metropolis. bellybuttons breached and eclipsed like the velocity of confiscated toxins and delicious sunshine. graceful locomotives volunteer their dominoes for an insane orgy. oh cannibalistic savior, clogged & hypocritical, defending your coconuts, try this on for size / don't take it personally. memories refreshed in blurry text, license plates swiftly switched. the foreign spectacle is severed at the seams, a phantom limb fighting the stigma. i'm glad regardless, a disturbing recipe for immediate digestion. chivalric crusaders excluded from civil rights. reminiscent of deliverance... diagonal winds glitch for complicated diversions and evangelical conversions. inhibiting habitat, domestic mosaic with paranoid limitations. we hold these truths to be self-evident. a biblical error accumulated eccentric calligraphy. my sunburned sweetheart lies near the fire hydrant in a bizarre crosswalk which is a synonym for paralysis. flexible elastics, enchanted and charming to recurring sunglasses while shuffling massive credit-card geography.

frantically reciting twilight sequences with the wind-up cars, the jack-in-boxes. wearing weathered sandals whether the wreckage solidifies or not. a steady shade, fixated on fictional selections moving like a Polaroid handshake. the tourist's lightbulb lantern is rotten & lofty. chewy fingernail, rubber rubbish contaminated by polluted wizardry. soapy tiles tempered by shampoo and lotion in a tube. seashell kingdoms defended from the nosediving nightmare who is barefoot, stealth, and buoyant. let the dartboard debut with a fairytale baptism that penetrates and pervades the weekend. choking on exhaust fumes to comprehend the delicate ascent. what i mean is, a hybrid of syncopated perspiration and facial freckles. this requires parental supervision. the trick-or-treat martyr absorbs special lettering and newspaper expectations are shattered. we're in for some turbulence. all dizzy and skinny, with a foggy youth and no progress in sight. starving, i put on an improvised raincoat and situate myself before the subwoofer's feedback. the options are sloppy, so hop on the butterfly bandwagon. Atlantic bicycles achieve recognition in their dysfunctional partnership. it's the whistle express. stuck in an avalanche, a phase reversal. and the redundant minimalist conforms to his stale strategy, sighing. i'm tired of all the volleyball nonsense. obscene consumers keep catching hypothermia!! so i must prevent these etch-a-sketch blues. pump gas, the dishwasher, a glass of tap from a Roman aqueduct. availability is fully assured and reliant on simple breakfast illuminations. agree in the listless conversation & poetic madness. until you run out and go back to the source, via Saharan hitchhiking. make no mistakes, come reckless, relaxed and fabulous. then backlash, gun jumping in a muscular marathon. screwdrivers hovering over a depressed invitation. i vacantly stare at my humble transmitter, receiving the cosmos which is tiny, underlined & hypnotic. you can't do this on the Sabbath. the daredevil's mantra is composed with a little champagne and official humidity. mainstream flavors boring rhetoric, distilled laundry. energetic network of postage stamp collectors unorganized and flying kites. the skillful vision becomes trivial and extinguished among a dynamic interplay of varying altitudes. did you know your shirt is inside-out?

honestly the dilemma is imaginary. yin-yang wings and things founded on disposable morning dew. illusory allusions to the convincing metaphor, adventurous and futuristic. the hot rods being polished and buttered is an inapplicable practicality. playful virtuoso is just dilly-dallying with bread crumbs. candid & undesirable rough draft. a burst of prepubescent essences, spread by creatures craving good dreams while the balance is upset. hungry for invisible architecture and fresh pancakes. interference from the hazardous juggernaut which is gloriously spoiled. burnt buttercups leave behind a lesser trail of opinions for good measure. greatest equations solved by automatic temperament, mild climates climaxing in raindrop temperatures. ashes plague. this instance, momentary forgiveness and we recall the login and password lucidly. the discount twitches. downtown cop sirens fade like trend fads having been adequately compensated for tasks. accepting impressive pressure, descriptive & permanent, cloudy storms reeling ears to toes with wicked sickness. juvenile blisters in the mix without knowing why. remember detention, recess, and after school activities - they're harmful if swallowed. hooked by an expanding contract that's totally concave if not unnecessary. these explicit lyrics; replete in honored sorrow or else held in high regard. structurally methodic however barely written weird masterpieces. it's just a land grab, unendorsed, without disclaimer and hopelessly in synch. misdirected assumptions intact. compacted beams outwardly envelop the saddest streams. heads actually nod and bob inadvisably. the predicted configuration is doubtful, its collective formula bogus & precocious.

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