Unlikely 2.0


   I am delighted that I am no longer alive. —Jean Cocteau


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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Poetry

Autobiography
by Kristina Marshall, November 2011
"A revolution of brown skin & thick thighs
Of hard work during hard times
Of making love during rainstorms
& walking barefoot in your own backyard"

The Rin Tin Jubilee
by Luke Marinac, November 2011
"Their Vehemence absolute
no margin for recompence
        What heals them"

Playdate
by AE Reiff, November 2011
"This is a game where we practice to learn to kill, A game that happens to someone else meaning it's for real. Be part of the video, the prophet said, had we only known he would kill. The prophet untouched reaches out to us. What would Bin Laden do?"

Poem Written Inside a McDonald's Within a Wal-Mart and Pale of Calais
by Jonathan Penton, November 2011
"If parts of our love are true
we are still both liars
as was every charming prince who sullied our dark names"

Soggy Lettuce, The Aunts and Morphine, and The Bed Bugs
by Luke Skoza, November 2011
"because everyone has their idiotic moments. They
are annoying chocolate stains on one's jeans, yet
  remind us not to take ourselves too seriously. But,
his luck with women was as good as a tuna's when"

skid marks, shooting at the beach, and mongrels
by John Grochalski, November 2011
"he has impeccable timing
always going in to take a shit
while people are eating their lunches"

On Leave, Caesar's Breath, and Closure (for Abbey)
by Sheri L. Wright, November 2011
"My last gasp lingers
all around you, molecules
tinged with the acrid taste of mortality,
betrayal nettled into your tongue."

The Final Step, um, it is for you and Doing the Dishes
by KJ, November 2011
"All are punish'd with the
hard labor of lying down until that
devolves into an absorbed hunger for peanut butter lusts."

This Way to Paradise, Rent to Own, and The Ozarks
by Wendy Taylor Carlisle, November 2011
"In cool complicated linen, a skeptic succumbs to a church supper: hymns, rhinestones, rich potluck pickings, where the delicious embraces the louche. When such an unbeliever slips into the long, hot Sundays of Pentecost, her purpose can only be thievery, a wish to catch the train of believing, to make the ride for free, as easy as blowing her nose in someone else's starched cotton handkerchief."

Daliesque yardbird
by Andy Psomopoulos, October 2011
"metroplex moonswan
black hole boogie pulsar
mason black
dead doll lordia"

The Feasibility
by Sarah Gamutan, October 2011
"The ubiquity of scads of money and persistence
Of consumption do scare my mankind when every
Non human being gets depleted– the feasibility of
Scarcity. The prophesy of progenitors will drown"

Tel Aviv
by Newamba Flamingo, October 2011
"Tel Aviv: High end fashion stores. Shi-shi, faggot Obamas. Insider traders. High tech cyborgs in sporty little Porches, running down Holocaust survivors. Travis Bickles playing chicken with Chomsky's shadows."

Don't Feed the Pig and Old Man Rag
by Kevin Ridgeway, October 2011
"the deaths of mystery, hard-earned
knowledge and fantasy, all of them
organic super soul mind foods
boosted by printed texts"

Another Future Twisted Poet and Direction
by Cynthia Ruth Lewis, October 2011
"being sheltered, in general,
from a world I desperately wanted to know
and be a part of,
but not quite knowing how"

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, Mean 'Wile,' and One Dog Night
by Daniel Wilcox, October 2011
"Shrewd cunning slithers through our high-tech success,
Swallowed until our gorged stomachs implode
Through the time so sorrowfully past
Like the golden apple thrown to the Three"

the last time i worried about japan, there are 20 million llamas on my back, and i am a green smoothie, i am a falling man
by Donna Kuhn, October 2011
"lou reed and laurie anderson are singing
about america and we are falling and we
need birds and the governor said i am a
green smoothie; i am a falling man"

Letter from Joanne, The Man Who Has Not One Original Thought, and Entering the Room
by John Grey, October 2011
"Is there such a thing as an ugly penis
or even an ugly heart?"

hypnagogic, Atrocities Of The Western World, and sin island (advance surgery)
by Peter Marra, October 2011
"the crowd saw it
descending slowly:
an embryo on fire
settled in the tree"

LUME, in the snipsod sun, and A Sober Man Whets Your Whistle
by john e, September 2011
  "arrestkey west s unse t
      in flounder yearn
                                          yarn
      particle leadpaint runoff"

A $2.79 lb Confession, The Exhibit, and It's July 4th
by Jonathan Hayes, September 2011
"Paying top dollar
to enter

A bronze statue
in meditation –"

Star Wars, What's a computer?, and drugstore-consciousness: an imitation of Tristan Tzara's droguerie-conscience
by Jeffrey Grunthaner, September 2011
"The mist looked in at us from the summer cabin,
But was it really summer? A wide open field
Filled with tiny white wildflowers in endless repetition.
Panic was the mother of all things,"

Icicles and The parenthetical woman
by Lizzy Swane, September 2011
"Crystal & Treasure want to know my vision.
Mom steps outside to say, I rather liked them.
Me too Mom, me too."

Stalwarts and Strange Equation
by M.P. Powers, September 2011
"In forty years, the babies I see in strollers
       in Berlin will me my age, and I'll be eighty,
or dead. The memory of me in this city,
       gone. New tragedies will abound, and some other damnfool"

Poem at Red Moon (Full August Moon) and Secrets Alluded to But Never Told
by Clare L. Martin, September 2011
"The desert is a wreck of broken teeth, rusted cages of mummified dogs—a passel of sun-orphans. The black river, Ouroboros, swallows the faint-of-hearts (who are eternally mourning.) The sky raises her skirt to show us what we've paid for."

What the Hieroglylph Said to a Pauper Formally Known as Morris and Dead Celebrity Gumbo
by Dennis Mahagin, September 2011
"— ice blue slates wiped of memory, but my
newest name? Mostly resembles a medulla
oblongata, whorled by foam, wrought by
flame. Still the same old"

The Odes to Nina's Skin
by Deidre Elizabeth, September 2011
"bees pressed from flower to hive
a boy breaks branch with branch
all that falls – to eruptions;
potions and arrows against
snail and jellyfish sha men"

Two Confessions of an American Outlaw
by Michael D. Grover, August 2011
"This supernatural room
Shows itself
As a fly launches
Off of the book"

One Among Many and InVictvs
by Andy Psomopoulos, August 2011
"the code of maximus divine:
do, dwelling, morbid, condemned-in; fine...
pulse-red-steel-grave, in snake of wire
a tower, of Babel, grinning in fire."

oceans and seas and should've stayed in bed
by John Grochalski, August 2011
"took the bus
that sweet piss-scented chariot
took the bus with america's future
clogging up the seats"

Bedroom, The Floor, and As if that wasn't enough
by Khadija Anderson, August 2011
"I am moving to the floor
flat like on the carpet
only better
it's cooler and
I can search the cracks"

Virginia, 3 Degrees, That Day, and Coincidence, Or More
by Lyn Lifshin, August 2011
"I let my long hair down
over my skin, made a
hair cove you could
wait out the rain in."

Diligence of Said Place, Adrift you are Ambitious, and This Place as a Funnel
by Calvin Pennix, August 2011
"The world is dying
                             as you attempt to live
leaving footprints on its decaying crust"

Confession from the SS Section of Forest Hills Cemetery, To Give Oneself Death, and Five Phases of Human Decomposition
by K. R. Copeland, August 2011
"If you are listening dear one, ear pressed
flush to the earth's cold chest, listening hard
like we spoke about, for the answers
of a madwoman long since gone"

Mind Drill, Rider, and Hypothetically
by Joseph Veronneau, August 2011
"Okay, so let's say
you reached your destination.
And you decided to have
a little snack
to celebrate good health"

9-to-5, Open Door Policy, and Introduction
by David Dunn, August 2011
"Still, if that's all you've refused
to gun down.
This gown at least killed a mistake
and its troops were finger-less."

The broken city
by Martin Jones, July 2011
"The city is suspect because it tears parts off, gnaws on them, and then vomits the remains down the gutters, into the streams where the filth ends up; and slowly, the filth becomes part of the cement that tries to hold up buildings. I once passed a brick building and saw that I was trying to hold up what looked like an entire house. I could tell because outside a tree was blooming."

estrella and for a piece
by Justin Hyde, July 2011
"the other
female inmates
tell me
i'm a natural."

Jason, Midnight Caller, and The New Place, The New Thing
by Holly Day, July 2011
"he married young, so young, and his wife
tried to kill me the first time she met me
a twenty-year-old maniac who drove with a kitchen knife laying in her lap
told me he had confessed to being in love with me"

Vegas Rules, I Feed the City, and Ballpoint Washed Off Hand
by Jay Passer, July 2011
"I remember the electric silence of symbiosis
I remember breeds of lapdogs and Chevrolets from the 1970s
The ballpoint pen washed off skin of the hand in question
Curiously infinitesimally groping for clutch of heart"

Escape, Brother, and A Lesson
by Philip Hammial, July 2011
"An acute little sod
comes back for more: Brother,
could you spare a life? I could
but my wife about that
would be oblique, wouldn't settle"

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