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Amit Parmessur
Elisavietta Ritchie
Donal Mahoney
Fahredin Shehu
Richard Kostelanetz
Alex Ferde
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Duane Locke
Chris Lord
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortelani
Shutta Crum
Ajibola Tolase
Silvia Scheibli
Laszlo Slomovits
Emmanuel Samson
Lyn Lifshin
Running Cub
Nikita Parik
Alan Britt
John Grey
Bhisma Upreti
Paul B. Roth
Jennifer Burd
Sunday Michael
Michael H. Brownstein
Burd
Ali Znaidi
Richard Gartee
Kanev Peycho
Fred Wolven
Petraq Risto
Carolyn Elias
Alabi Oyedeji
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Francis Ferde
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Sketching Versa
Written to the Vice Versa Series, Nora Venturelli paintings
Hands behind your back, you move easily
through the crowd, indifferent to pseudo
intimacy, separate fact from friction, mask
penetrating eyes, refuse to be a victim.
You’re selfish and selfless, and yes,
well-versed in cons and consequence.
Blue splashes your bruised ribs, cracks
bone, you’re black gloved, unwilling
to be caught red-handed, an accomplice
of shady yellow and gray ghosts.
You blush, pose for a photograph,
boast rounded buttocks, miles of legs,
run in pursuit of a naked enigma,
painted arm covering signs of passage,
a primordial pink canal, belly a cradle,
promise of deliverance, body stenciled
on a canvas window that can’t be opened,
face defaced, red mouth ready to cry out.
You disrobe questions and expose scars,
accept indigo violet red orange slashes.
Evidence splashes. But your colors don’t
bleed, won’t wash away. You come close,
erase mixed messages, give definition,
admonition, and vice versa. Say Touch.
Chris Lord, Ann Arbor