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Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

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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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by Carolyn Hembree

so forth

past the little dark there
is behind that hill you were

once upon
a horse beside the leopard you'd slip

among shades I loafed summer months

(so game)
along your slur

even my dreaming was a belly you'd put your eyes inside
and still forget

what edgeless fountains what golden leaf what marbled moods

fragmenting even those figments
your bossing blacked out

it was like nothing would burn then
the whole meadow gone up

as our whole situation
sleepwalking dusty planks

over any infinite ocean
escarpments then caves ash styled

but it's never been a vision
I was after

always on the move
I get memory's no come hither figure

every stay tried
cosseted in codices

it won't be loosed

I just wanted to get at you first

your bower in air
by doomed I mean doming

raised suddenly
I was

but a babe
where my woods come home to

a hundred more horizons
slackened silk cords

the cane palace you've taken up
each line lacquered to curve

where fed your flocks where fed your flocks where fed your flocks in mew

and through me too soon your last scored bar

also I can float my hair

they're all back
the old fears too I loved

oh and look your leopard's coat
even now moving inside that

(rosette / rosette)
hill it moves

as sleep moves inside us

or I bow down crush the leaves and the cold mouth crushes its anodyne and the anodyne is the lost trail I left you took

and though there is no river

now for the louche shade tree to near

nightly shrugging its curses cool as flesh blooms
my sway also holds

your luminol face rising against this earthen wall of sky
(in a crown of pills)

over the current of coated tongues

it is carried

(elsewhere moon)

I never
held your head underwater

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