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 Craig Podmore

Deus Ex Machina

The dead.
On conveyor belts.
Prayers in the form of TV static.
The preacher excommunicates the lovers.
Killing sprees make good movies.
Bible belt guns and fistings.
A nude corpse nourishes the beak of a raven.

This night parades death.
The night's tooth gnaws the cold.
Filming suicides on the 8mms—

Peggy's body before the sign that killed her;
Contorted, dishevelled, rotting on the gums
Of scavengers, the suicide deity, in the throat
Of dreams, hopes and glamour,
"The Hollywood Sign Girl" leapt
And the final reel combusts
Into flames so satanic.

Deus Ex Machina:
This system makes death corporate.
Pin-ups and centrefolds of rigor mortis,
The multiple fractures of her pelvis—
The shape of this land.
Broken. Hurt.
Wasted.

Beautiful girl scarred under the plastic.
Under the stars.




Freudian Stimuli for the Violent

I gave birth to a gun today.
It's in an incubator.
It can't breathe.
It vomits hard things.
It kills.
But
I love it,
Naturally
And intrinsically
Like every mother should.



These poems are selections from Craig Podmore's upcoming Oneiros Book, Pornocopia.



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