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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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The Right to Bare Teeth
by Michael Alix

Beyond the dog pen, out in the old field, the coyotes lay like reclining sphinxes. They were bold, out in the middle of the day. One of them, the dirty one, chewed on a rib bone and the other one snapped at a fly.

"Hey dog. You want to come out and play." The dirty one yipped.

Max the dog tucked his tail between his legs. He knew better than to talk to them, but he kept his eye on the coyotes, letting out a whine to let the human and anyone else know they were around. He had seen them work in teams, trap their prey, kill it, and disappear into the woods. A lone dog did not have a chance against them.

The dirty coyote began to yap. "Hey dog. You sick of all that canned food?" It flipped the rib bone in the air. "You need to get out of that cage. Come out and party. We got it all. Bones, ribs, you can raise a family out here."

The other coyote, the skinny one, joined in. "Best of all dog. No humans and no cages. You have the right to bare teeth." The problem was Max liked the humans and he enjoyed being fed.

Max continued to observe from inside his pen. The coyotes grew bored of taunting him and argued over ownership of the rib bone. Their argument crescendoed into a good old-fashioned coyote fight.

The snarling and barking brought out Max's human master from his wooden den. The human carried the earsplitting, steel tube-of- death. On seeing the metal tube, Max jumped into his doghouse. The human fired at the coyotes and they screamed and took off for the pines.

"Hey dog," a coyote yelled from the pine forest. "That human can't protect you forever."

Max's ears were ringing from the noise, and he yelled out from under the doghouse, "You want some more of this? Bring it on."

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