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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and you left: a study of loss
by Peter Marra

a tale of the cloisters while the secrets burn
under a cloud
in fractional plasticity
she moves
she came to me while walking
speaking of variations to my thoughts
the main echoes were collected
while the rest were discarded
giving herself to surprise
she found herself
she checked the clock that had developed darkness and light
a reminder of where she had taken them from
just dance with me once more
as thoughts melded with flesh and our skin screamed about darkness
just talk to me again while bathing in electronic fears
3 fleeting smiles framed in golden stones

1. revisions

we never close. 24 hours.
heartfelt transistors drive her
a motorized sensation baptized by stars
elementary visions
then symptoms of an epiphany under LCD billboards
tell them me how to finish. embrace your beauty.
shoot at the screen
dream big/
just hide/
just sleep/

a slaughter of the innocents by unethical scientific research
fluid questions related to manipulated parts
privacy was a coping mechanism for the doctors
she was missing long lost loves
creating intelligence because they were contractually obligated
until the patients vomited diodes
then stole scalpels and eviscerated their persecutors
she completed
these aktions by flinging words at cyber-space
she demanded
as if there was marzipan within reach
she spoke
at length about the ashes of dreams

just like a face in a hologram instructed her to do
just before she removed my mask
just a final transmission of release

2. a touch of fingers (tempo styles)

insignificant beings endowed with
human-like intelligence kissed as the
impaired patients played electronic games in abandoned chat rooms
Americans trapped in a cage of patriotism
replaced gestures with salutes
like the man/ machine/ interface
acid drips of red white and blur
the electronic chamber offered disembodied insufficient
the authentic stuff that dreams are made of
palsied passions
she missed the human touch
watch it lick the sky off your hands
my pretty-pretty
as a silhouette she
reached out and down during the white noise
then pulled slightly away at the right moment
(just like the web dictated)
so strands could be illuminated by
the screen's glow as black spikes pierced what once were retinas
desiring the flash to return, she extracted the switchblade paragraph
that had been nestled deep inside her
cool deliciousness caressed her soul. extrication.

3. overdrive reaction #7

in the shadows I dream of unwritten songs
power beyond all doubt
use of technology by human beings, an open show
the wretched thing cried out for
a successful dehumanization
as she settled in and fought for her humanity
when people became things it always stung her
a powerful fantasy one more time
she was recruited one more time
please! make me hallucinate
she wants it that way, more human the better
eradicating atrocities of the machine gears
squeezed shut
a beautiful couple
her wires glowed then sputtered
as she twirled knobs
the luminescent faces peeped out every few steps. buzzing.
she stopped and sat down to watch TV
her eyes secreted several droplets of blood,
stations changed

4. lullaby of broadway

dictated as quick to crawl by corporate media
she cried out as her body changed
she pulled off faces
she licked nails clean
she won't be alone anymore
tiny shadows / specific problems.
others focused more than that
she sighed and was gone
this is you as you were meant to be
let us believe that your love will live on
by the powers that be
just as your search results had promised
sometimes she remembered
what was 30 years ago
under clear glass
then redemption cascaded from the
holes that had appeared in her palms

                                            and you left.

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