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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Three Poems by Clare L. Martin

Of the Gone Woman

Black and white,
             you are vagrant
                         in a still picture,

             scarred daughter
             of a bitter moon.

You cursed me to live
among snakes,
among stars.

You bequeathed falsities
and humiliations—

But I have unremembered
your myths
             and pray to dispel

                         their bad magic.

I have nothing left
with which to create
             an effigy —

you skimmed your finger
along my bone
and left a print
of yourself inside.

Because We Love

We mark ourselves with salt.
Tattoo whorls

where blood rushes—
             where blood matters—

What hours do we bring?

Calluses against nipples,
an acid sting.

The sweet grind
of ghost hungers

that ache of our union.
And the ones who hunt us

are blinded
by this, a whiteout sun.

Dream of Sudden Water

asleep in the woods
dreaming of a fleeting love
the grass sprouts through me

the sky is copper
patinaed with hues of blue
the dream breaks open

a red mare pulls through
apparitions of water
whisperings come

Understanding lies
in the soft flicker of sense
in the depth of sleep

six crows razed storm clouds
and bled us of all our strength
what madness is this?

a harrowing thought
deep in my petrified bones—
wash me, savior

we drop through this world
into dark awakening
we, the strong-hearted

Clare L. MartinClare L. Martin's debut collection of poetry, Eating the Heart First, was published fall 2012 by Press 53 as a Tom Lombardo Selection. Martin's poetry has appeared in Avatar Review, Blue Fifth Review, Melusine, Poets and Artists and Louisiana Literature, among others. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Dzanc Books' Best of the Web, Best New Poets and Sundress Publication's Best of the Net. She is graduate of University of Louisiana at Lafayette, and a member of the Festival of Words Cultural Arts Collective. Martin founded and directs the Voices Seasonal Reading Series in Lafayette, Louisiana, which features new and established Louisiana and regional writers. Photo by Robin May.

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