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 Chance

by John Grey


This is it. My last chance. If I screw up now...
As if a chance ever sat still for one moment.
Always throbbing. Always pulsing. Always
darting this way, that way, like a dragon fly.
Sometimes it's projected on a wall.
Or it's the narrowest of balance beams
daring me to walk across.
Or even a math problem, sitting there on
a piece of paper, crying out for my solution.

What to make of the indulgence of chance and happenstance.
The cold, steady boarding up on life unless I rush, shoot, unravel.
Multiplicity gone simplicity on me.
A one way incarceration in the hermitage of guilt.
So this is it. Grab. Announce. Replicate.
The reign of chance is almost over. Once gone,
I'm a fading clown whose funniest lines are jeers.
All carnival. No regeneration.


John Grey is an Australian-born poet. Recently published in International Poetry Review, Chrysalis and the science fiction anthology Futuredaze with work upcoming in Potomac Review, Sanskrit and Fox Cry Review.



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