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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Two Poems by Mark Kerstetter

The Noble Bandit

The abused myth returns
each day on the breasts and thighs
advertised each night on TV.
The collective dream is a cartoon
within which resides the secret dream
of Michael Kohlhaas bursting
through the first as if
tearing through a paper mountain.
He rides a flaming horse
and wields a sword
much longer than a man,
Kohlhaas himself a giant.
Thinking this dream within a dream
is a sovereign possession,
the malls swell
with eager buyers.

It is any other day.

Light Lunch

Lunch with a friend,
hopes level.
Today's menu:
humid maintenance.

The truth is, I am adjacent
to truth-taking stares every day
What good to dive head-
long? I'll choke on minnows.
So, rather than stare,
I exude a glare
which causes them to make
quite as if I were
a whale.

The book next to me (my friend)
is here not to be read,
but to remind me that I will not drift away
if I remember certain facts,
such as publication—in spite of which
nobody ever imitated Moby Dick.

Lunch break almost over,
in deep and swimming,
later I can pick up the line with confidence,
spool it quietly back into my silent
I am tethered
to possibility.

Mark Kerstetter is a self taught artist and writer restoring an old house in Florida. He makes art out of wood salvaged from demolition sites and has published his poems in Jerry Jazz Musician, Evergreen Review, Connotation Press and other journals. Please visit him at MarkKerstetter.com.

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