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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Two Poems by Aurelia Lorca

Hero Of The Absurd

After 18 years,
and losing his hearing,
my cat became a narcissist.
But seriously, what else
could a deaf, aging cat
with irritable bowels
and lymphoma do
but post photos of himself
next to books by Camus?

He blamed me of course.
Said it was too much
time spent around confessional
poets. And Facebook, such
a pretty, pretty pond.




To My Ex-BoyFriend's Heroin Dealer

And so you do your dance, and leave me outside the ball-room, waiting in the cold.
You have no idea how much you have messed
                      with the wrong poet in the wrong neighborhood. North Beach.
Gregory Corso's ghost still runs this shit.
Not the restaurants but the cracks
           in the pavement that words birth into existence,
which I can and will shred at any time.
Be nice to poets. Be very nice to poets.
You cannot exist without poetry.
You do not exist without words, without poets.
Society will always cast you in one role.
Thus reveal yourself carefully and tenderly.
Poets have big mouths and even larger words.
They allow you to exist
and create you.
Poets put a spotlight on you who hides in shadow,
           and they can make you beautiful.



Aurelia Lorca lives in the spaces between duende and the blues. Her stories and poems can be found throughout the small press.



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