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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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Three Poems by Michelle Greenblatt

Songs of Elemental Change

"You said you were a sun now
with your very own devoted satellite."

                                                      Tori Amos
                                                       "Doughnut Song"
                                                      Boys for Pele

I catch prayers in attempt to penetrate the heavens, I kick over bits of interstellar dust, dislodge cinder blocks from the moldering walls of abandoned buildings. Binary code of the mind, eyescars & heartsores, festering. How shall I greet thee, then, Winter, after you have brought such destruction unto me? The songs of elemental change are silent now, all the time. I am the embodiment of neglect. This is what you've done to me: my eyes are moons:

they no longer reflect any light.

spring/summer 2006; summer 2012

In between the closed parentheses.

When I walk through your perception, ashes fall around me. I breathe through a soft tube that runs through the pierced organs of all my failed poetry. Today marks three years since you petrified my kidneys. In the darkness, I handed you my heart, (my?) voice says. Adamant. With my nails it draws the face of the cave. A circle of black takes shape in the shapeless blackness. In between the closed parentheses read: epochs, then, of summer, of Celan's black milk, of clotted honey, of your hollowed out heart. Together we cultivated only snakes. Hollow me out a grave I will come home. Dawntime, the stars start to flicker & the evening languor distantly echoes the already-exhaled emptiness before dissipating into the (w)hole of the unknown.

spring/summer 2006; summer 2012

Catherine's Absence

Please post flyers,        disseminate information, never stop asking   /   questions. Give some of
your time,
                                                     because she gave all                 of her blood.

To be selfish     was easy.      To be cruel.      To ignore Catherine,   to mock her    to cross her
out was   too easy for too many     people.

I think we all imagined        her mother's agony:    try losing
a child  to the fluctuating moods                    of a monster
          who wore your brother's  /  face,          try to imagine crawling
into the dank, aphotic space
where Catherine's body is,     to imagine your daughter dying;         to have no hope
of ever finding her.

& Catherine?            To be spellbound        by one's tormentors,       to be heart-scarred by cruelty,
yet desperate       for acceptance & soul-starved       for love was what Catherine lived
& died through
                     each day.

Alone & in agony, with no hope     of being found, she could only wonder
if she would be remembered by those she had worshipped, those who had
tortured her.
I knew Catherine; you did, too.
We both know that's what she thought of     in the end.

It made dying
that much harder.

spring/summer 2006; summer 2012

Michelle Greenblatt has been published in The Argotist Online, Hamilton Stone Review, Moria, Shampoo, elimae, Coconut Poetry, Big Bridge, AUGHT, Zafusy, BlazeVOX, X-stream, Word for/ Word, Admit Two, The Anemone Sidecar, Frank's Home, LitVision, Generator Press, and Otoliths. These poems are from her second book, Ashes & Seeds, which is forthcoming from The Argoist Online.

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