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Shoe, by Robert Borski (1/31/11)
Poetry.
God was maybe loosening His boot / or something / so He could massage His bunions
Amphisbaena, by Robert Borski (10/18/10)
Poetry.
At least until each head / decides, like some inbred prince, / it can strike / the truer course.
Pangea Restored, by Robert Borski (9/27/10)
Poetry.
First to achieve substantiality, rising to the surface / like Atlantis reborn, is her core personality,
The Second Room, by Robert Borski (9/13/10)
Poetry.
Who was it that said human / beings never conceptualized / the notion of ghosts
Egyptian Sparks, by Robert Borski (8/9/10)
Poetry.
On the night spur / between Kharga and Kena,
Counting Sheep, by Robert Borski (6/14/10)
Poetry.
the entire endless uncounted lot / queued up all the way back to infinity / waiting for a simple turn to jump
Requiem for the Tooth Fairy, by Robert Borski (5/31/10)
Poetry.
While I have yet to pick my weapon of / ultimate dispatch —
Rebranding, by Robert Borski (4/12/10)
Poetry.
All sound delicious, do they not?
Struldbrug Variations, by Robert Borski (1/18/10)
Poetry.
Then in twice that amount of years/it appears blue,/a sky-colored or oceanic hole/that threatens to drink up time
Bubba, by Robert Borski (1/4/10)
Poetry.
one could no more / put a patch on a damaged / wing or red jewel of an eye
Gepetto, by Robert Borski (10/19/09)
Poetry.
By evening, he is nearly finished; / all that remains doing
MINSTREL'S LAST SONG, by Robert Borski (8/17/09)
Poetry.
To the sea, to the sea / eurydice, eurydice...
Spacekill, by Robert Borski (6/22/09)
Poetry.
Radioactive natterjacks, leap-frogging / from black hole to black hole;
Sweet Tooth, by Robert Borski (6/8/09)
Poetry.
when he / heard the dentist's strict injunction / against sweets
Birdbrain, by Robert Borski (4/6/09)
Poetry.
Some traits are too deep to excavate / or remold, / like the impulse to take wing, to jump / into the sky
Gills, by Robert Borski (3/16/09)
Poetry.
Haeckel would be pleased—although / in his scheme there never was any such / things as mermaids.
Porlock, by Robert Borski (2/16/09)
Poetry.
Fish now swim through the / libraries of Atlantis
Teacher's Pet, by Robert Borski (12/1/08)
Poetry.
Various stratagems for outwitting / the beast have been tried
Moonfish, by Robert Borski (10/20/08)
Poetry.
Part trilobite, part lungfish, / it crawls about the basalt seas / of the Mare Tranquillitatis
Black Swan, by Robert Borski (9/22/08)
Poetry.
this truest / of rarae aves still has, at least in game / theory, the potential for existence /
Atlantis, by Robert Borski (9/1/08)
Poetry.
All for / now is calm. No one / needs mention / the hubris of this Icarian /
CSI: TRANSYLVANIA, by Robert Borski (6/9/08)
Poetry.
Please update your awareness
Diaspora, by Robert Borski (4/28/08)
Poetry.
The Word fractured then, like a crystalline / vase, and has been cracking and / splintering ever since.
Our Father, the Colonel, Home on Earthleave, by Robert Borski (3/31/08)
Poetry.
Our father (who art from heaven) / sleeps standing-up, in an anti- / gravity chamber, but Mother ...
For His First Tattoo, The Robot Considers Several Different Designs, by Robert Borski (3/3/08)
Poetry.
In the end, the pulsing needle, with its / beam of light, scores / the metal deeply...
Zeitghosts, by Robert Borski (1/28/08)
Poetry.
Later, give or take a millennium, / in the food court next / to Chronautica, we share lunch,
Beanstalk, by Robert Borski (12/17/07)
Poetry.
from afar it must look like / God's finger, / the one He used when He / stirred forth the world's flora / from the first mud.
Golem Americanus, by Robert Borski (11/5/07)
Poetry.
Strung up on our armatures of wood, it is we / who feign life every time the wind blows.
Watching the Watchman, by Robert Borski (10/15/07)
Poetry.
the rosettes open, blink, and take light.
Antivenom, by Robert Borski (9/10/07)
Poetry.
Six long months of fever and vomit/later, he believes himself ready
Animal Pharm, by Robert Borski (7/9/07)
Poetry.
Dr. Moreau, with his uplifted / beasts, might be considered / the father of this line of research
Gaia's Children, by Robert Borski (6/18/07)
Poetry.
I am now half the monster I used / to be.
The Bell Ringer's Wife, by Robert Borski (5/7/07)
Poetry.
So maybe he's not the most handsome man
Crash, by Robert Borski (1/29/07)
Poetry.
he managed to evade conscription
Kitchen Carcharodon, by Robert Borski (11/27/06)
Poetry.
 . . . it waits to strike down / the unwary, / the unsuspecting innocent