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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Fighting Words: Wrestling Holds Revisited
by Grace Andreacchi

Butterfly
We begin facing one another. Bend over, you say, so I do. Now you are looking at the top of my head. Your arms go around me and as my head slides into your armpit I taste the flavour of your sweat.

Bear Hug
You lock me in your arms and squeeze, rocking me from side to side. The aim is to cause as much pain as possible, especially around the heart.

Lady of the Lake
I sit quietly, folded like a fan. One hand lies open on the ground, as if to touch you.

Anaconda Vise
Your arm comes up and slowly encircles my head. You grab my wrist, bend till it hurts meanwhile the other arm snakes through the unseen hole and pulls me towards you.

Mounted
Now you are on top of me how do you like it? If I lie face down it's a back mount. You strike several times the inside of my head.

Electric Chair
Balanced on your shoulders like a ballerina, I smile and wave to the crowd, when suddenly I realise you are about to throw me across the room.

Skin the Cat
You nearly had me that time but I clung to the rope and landed on my feet.

Gutwrench Submission Hold
It begins with me doubled over as if in pain. You push my head to one side, lift me to your shoulder and now the aim is to break my back.

Bodyscissors
I wrap my legs around you and squeeze as hard as I can. The sound of your moans excites me.

Crucifix
I lie face up on the brittle table of your back. Gently you spread my arms and legs. The sound of bones cracking.

Straitjacket
Now you are lying motionless face down so I sit on your back and take hold of your wrists, cross them under your chin and pull hard. You turn your head and smile at me.

Tree of Woe
Hanging upside down I am completely unable to defend myself. So I say it. You say it. I love you.


Grace Andreacchi is an American-born novelist, poet and playwright. Works include the novels Scarabocchio and Poetry and Fear, Music for Glass Orchestra (Serpent's Tail), Give My Heart Ease (New American Writing Award) and the chapbook Berlin Elegies. Her work appears in Horizon Review, The Literateur, Cabinet des Fées and many other fine places. Grace is also managing editor at Andromache Books and writes the literary blog Amazing Grace. She lives in London.



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