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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Xan
by Carolyn Hembree

so forth


past the little dark there
is behind that hill you were


once upon
a horse beside the leopard you'd slip


among shades I loafed summer months


(so game)
along your slur


even my dreaming was a belly you'd put your eyes inside
and still forget


what edgeless fountains what golden leaf what marbled moods


fragmenting even those figments
your bossing blacked out


it was like nothing would burn then
the whole meadow gone up


as our whole situation
sleepwalking dusty planks


over any infinite ocean
escarpments then caves ash styled


but it's never been a vision
I was after


always on the move
I get memory's no come hither figure


every stay tried
cosseted in codices


it won't be loosed


I just wanted to get at you first


your bower in air
by doomed I mean doming
voices


raised suddenly
I was


but a babe
where my woods come home to


a hundred more horizons
slackened silk cords


the cane palace you've taken up
each line lacquered to curve


where fed your flocks where fed your flocks where fed your flocks in mew


and through me too soon your last scored bar


also I can float my hair


they're all back
the old fears too I loved


oh and look your leopard's coat
even now moving inside that


(rosette / rosette)
hill it moves


as sleep moves inside us


or I bow down crush the leaves and the cold mouth crushes its anodyne and the anodyne is the lost trail I left you took


and though there is no river


now for the louche shade tree to near


nightly shrugging its curses cool as flesh blooms
my sway also holds


your luminol face rising against this earthen wall of sky
(in a crown of pills)


over the current of coated tongues


it is carried


(elsewhere moon)
hon


I never
held your head underwater



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