Unlikely 2.0


   When all of your advisors heave their plastic at your feet to convince you of your pain trying to prove that your conclusions should be more drastic —Bob Dylan


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 Joseph Veronneau

Mind Drill

You thought
you thought you had reached out
you thought you had reached out on your own
made your own path to walk,

you thought you knew exactly
what was coming next. You thought
you were just a few adjustments away
in fulfilling your desires.
You thought you had trampled across
some new path
that should be preserved
like gravel at a celebrity's driveway.

In this you are particular
to how you handle things,
all of the food you consume
and the lost keys
were an aberration of otherwise
days of perfection.

You don't see shapes
anymore in the flower beds you pass
in leisure. Your sweater hangs
in the closet, that unfinished muffin
from yesterday afternoon,
the cat shit in your own garden
easily fetched with bare hands.

These simple things.

So many witnesses. As if to say
we understand, take the walk that
you feel inclined to tread.
Don't worry, we will be here
when you get back.
All of the new shapes
were gathered by us;
small footballs imbibed
with just the right amount
of water, new colors
climbing to the surface—
days indistinguishable.




Rider

nobody can catch me
if i go real fast
he'd tell me
planting foot ahead of foot
changing strides
pushing out into
the sides of curbs
rolling alongside cars
wheels grinding over scarified
pavement.
do we have an understanding?
to go fast is to escape
the worrisome
those bad happenings
that catch loafing adolescents
if not too careful.
years later
in an eight by eight
all of his own
can he still escape
the same things that
seemed to be after him
in that fast childhood
that ran itself
into adulthood
all too soon.




Hypothetically

Okay, so let's say
you reached your destination.
And you decided to have
a little snack
to celebrate good health
and had tales to tell.

And let's say
you had a solid meal,
a nice chat with
fabulous silverware
spread in front of you
like a fish
waiting to be gutted.

And if someone
were to interrupt
where you were,
as if your speech was ghostly
and you couldn't even drag
anyone in with a theatrical
scream for the ages, moving
cautiously ahead, measuring
your weight in each movement.

And if the only thing
audible to you is
your own scream
reflected back
as if to stand in an open
yet vacant gymnasium—
would you hear the meaning
and the pain of your scream
in your own stillness
formally placed upon you
and question its origin?


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Joseph Veronneau runs Scintillating Publications, publishing chapbooks and the literary zine AGUA. His own work has been widely published throughout the small press, including Chiron Review, Poet Lore, Counterexample Poetics, Ditch, Lost And Found Times, Offerta Speciale, Chantarelle's Notebook (featured poet) and many others. His most recent chapbooks are More Than Promised (Pudding House Press) and Within The Grand Scheme (Propaganda Press).