Unlikely 2.0


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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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sLAsH
by Bill Berry
Part 18

CRASH

Previous

"The world's getting smaller," Mandy said as he stared out the window through the rain.

"What do you mean?" Angel asked.

"The world's getting smaller," Mandy repeated, "Can't you feel it?" Mandy drew a picture of a circle on the window as he spoke. He blew on it and watched the steam from his breath erase the picture. "Poof," Mandy said, "It's gone."

The Cure played softly on the radio as the trio drove through the city. It was a weekend, so the traffic was heavy. Scrawny dipped a cigarette into some sheeba-sheeba and lit it up. The small car filled with the blue scent of chemicals. Angel drew deeply from the cigarette and passed it back to Scrawny who handed it to Mandy.

"What's this?" Mandy asked.

"It's drugs," Angel replied, letting the smoke from his lungs go.

"What kind?" Mandy asked.

"PCP," Angel replied.

"Cool," Mandy said, as he took the cigarette form Scrawny and inhaled deeply. The drugs made the cigarette taste sweet. He handed them back to Scrawny who smoked steadily from the cigarette for the next few minutes. The Cure sang softly as Mandy stared into the rain. He mouthed along with the band: -

"Gimme that!" Angel shouted suddenly at Scrawny, "You always hog the drugs and the sex. I want mine!" Scrawny passed the cigarette to Angel as Angel, without realizing it, drove the car into the oncoming traffic.

"I can fly," Mandy said magically and smiled.

Continued...