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Rattlebox III, by Mike Allen, Kendall Evans, & David C. Kopaska-Merkel (7/27/09): Poetry.; Skinner's daughter is or is not / within the box, a paradox. / Is she learning an algebraic maze?
She's in the ice, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (5/18/09): Poetry.; Seemed like a good place / for the stolen mind
The last time, we trust, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (3/30/09): Poetry.; The last time, / we went with something exoskeletal, / something with fewer organ systems / something colonial.
Raised by Wolves, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (2/9/09): Poetry.; Our biochemical keys fit fossil locks
Laurentia Burning, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (10/6/08): Poetry.; a singing in the south / a quickening rumble / a great shimmy /
Monoculture, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (4/7/08): Poetry.; swirling with faces I don't know they / mouth words contort
The Quince Bedroom, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (8/6/07): Poetry.; She touched her round organic limb
Jumping into the System, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (2/12/07): Poetry.; We're fomenting revolutions on alien planets,
Home at Last, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (8/7/06): Poetry.; remembering when / they kept her / in the sea
A Story for Winter, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (2/6/06): Poetry.; The snow is deeper now and we cannot / get out
SETI Hits Pay Dirt, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (1/9/06): Poetry.; We have come, gods be spoken / between packing and material (?)
Rattlebox, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Mike Allen (5/30/05): Poetry.; heat shimmer veils Heisenberg / details—the expected can never happen here, / but sometimes it just might.
Wise and now-departed uncles, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (2/21/05): Poetry.; The first ones, / those who built everything / worthy of the name,
The Bus Stops Here, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Kendall Evans (1/3/05): Poetry.; I am almost sure that it begins on the bus— / She sits alone, flanked by strangers;
Excess Baggage, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (12/20/04): Poetry.; Once our genes were our own, / or we were theirs,
Stars, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (6/28/04): Poetry.; you, volcano or limpet, / clinging to my mind's eye / like you were born there, / starlight streaming through your keyhole,
Supersonic Rocketeers, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (1/26/04): Poetry.; The Dashing Captain struck a pose, / and romanced a Virgin Queen with his / hard, tanned, body.
In His Cloak Still Freezing, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (6/2/03): Poetry.; A chill river flows from the glacier's toe, / bringing with it all the glacier carries, / and depositing its load where no sun shines.
Portrait of the Mad Scientist's Wife, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (4/21/03): Poetry.; The design is inconsistent: / rooted at one level in the painter's art, / and at another, in the product of my admirable / machine.
Eel Week, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (1/13/03): Poetry.; I was surprised to see eels wandering around downtown. / They tried to blend in, but it was hopeless.
The Roar of the Greasepaint, the Smell of the Crowd, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (11/25/02): Poetry.; The elephants were better; / the gray pebbly skin was quite realistic, and if / the creatures had just been a little bigger, / the simulation would have been almost uncanny.
Superheroes, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (10/21/02): Poetry.; There are so many ways to get through a skylight, / here are just a few:
Long Voyage, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (7/8/02): Poetry.; I visit your tube each watch that I'm off work / And there are many such; the years like leaves behind / us swirling / In our plasma trail. Have I aged well, you think? / I like to believe you do under your frost.
An Open Letter to Our Astronauts, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (12/31/01): Poetry.; I wonder about them, those brave explorers,
Ghost Lakes, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (2/5/01): Poetry.; Deserts sometimes dream of water. . . .

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