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 Kelley Jean White

Your father's banjo

4 strings, outgrown in an age of 5
(or was it 5, and 4 now ring?)
you said it was the kind they use in the Mummer's Parade
come down from his days as a messenger boy
1919
(you kept his leather portfolio)
your father, that boy made good by the boss's money
(but you knew
he was already good)
you could fill the pouch
with your own papers
but the banjo was useless
you took it to
the Whosoever
Gospel Mission
(you cried)
you could have given it
to my mother
to me
(I intend to buy it back)
love has no use




Plea Bargain

to express the elderly
clear stated
going
you

the both
a supposed office
is office evidence

community makes office
which community
enforcement
is murder




My father naked

            —even iron wears out

lifting himself against the bedrails
struggling like an old man

and he was an old man
suddenly
legs scaling like peeled
wall paper
monitor leads pulled off
buzzing buzzing shrilling
red lights

I was afraid to touch him

an old man
wild and forgotten
scanning blank walls
for another story
afraid

I was afraid to touch him

me, who knew hospitals
helpless
to move bed rails
shift catheters
adjust O2

I backed away

said it was out of respect
for his modesty
said I
didn't know what he wanted

I was afraid to touch him

and he slid
through soiled sheets
to the floor


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