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 Marream Krollos

Stray Pussy Cat's Sermon

Remember, your claws do not dull when you starve.

Your sight weakens, your muscles,
your movement slows,
Not the sharpness of your claws.
Their strength is in sharpness,
so your strength is in sharpness.

Are you lonely?
            Because you crawl

Are you hungry?
            Because you smell the meat in concrete
            Because you find the cream in leaves

Never.
What did we do wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
Ever.




to you for your mother

to have us
she had to harm you
a boy child
and wonder always why

we made music
as we tenderly stroked her face
we intervened only when
she refused to feed you

in the end
she would have let you
touch her to eat
though it was too late
when she could again see others
when finally we saw her
when the sorrow seeped through her

so now you know
you were born
weeping like your mother




Only salt, my friend

And what is salt?
My friend,

You dancing with me naked
we speaking of what is common
we the lone warriors
fighting for the chest
what it keeps
what it carries.

I love you right now
I must say
you are helping me be more like my flesh
in this worry
you make me see dancing naked
is what we all do
every time we open our mouths.

Salt, and to forgive
we who do not want
our own donated hearts.


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Marream Krollos is currently completing my Ph.D. at the University of Denver in fiction and English literature. She has an M.F.A. from the University of Colorado in poetry.