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Lizards and Wind, by Bruce Boston (5/17/10): Poetry.; The lizards were like / lemmings rushing / blindly over a cliff side:
Surreal People, by Bruce Boston (10/26/09): Poetry.; The evolution of flora and fawning / would have learned nothing / from Darwin.
Wind People, by Bruce Boston (5/25/09): Poetry.; There is no tying down the wind with rope or chain or tackle.
The Would-Be Gods of Sonofusion, by Bruce Boston (3/2/09): Poetry.; Embrace the stubborn dream / of perpetual energy.
The Time Traveler Takes His N^th Lover at a Point of Departure, by Bruce Boston and Marge Simon (1/12/09): Poetry.; Centuries have come and gone / in the flash of a passing station
Dream People, by Bruce Boston (11/10/08): Poetry.; If dream people were the world / there would be no time / for reflection.
Dystopian Dusk, by Bruce Boston (8/4/08): Poetry.; if they had slapped blinkers / on our eyes, narrowing our vision
Beyond the Clouds of Paradise, by Bruce Boston (11/26/07): Poetry.; We see the chosen revelers / in their endless cosmic dance.
A Compass for the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston and Robert Frazier (12/18/06): Poetry.; Travelers who venture this trek witness / these mutations and are soon transfixed.
The Last Alchemist, by Bruce Boston (9/4/06): Poetry.; when even the quarks / Charm and Strange rise / to a balanced breakfast,
Marble People, by Bruce Boston (4/17/06): Poetry.; If marble people were / the world
Parchment People, by Bruce Boston (3/27/06): Poetry.; like the texts of old, / each of us would be a book
Ajax Redux, by Bruce Boston and Marge Simon (3/6/06): Poetry.; I live in a land of ice / and mirth and explicit premise. / I'm starving, but I don't hunger / for your glittering glory.
Chess People, by Bruce Boston (12/19/05): Poetry.; Some women would be queens, / both swift and extreme / in their influence.
Curse of the Void's Husband, by Bruce Boston (6/27/05): Poetry.; Beyond the lattice / a vacuum that devours / all it surveys with / aimless abandon.
The Elongated Years, by Bruce Boston (4/4/05): Poetry.; Our lives were stretched beyond their limits.
Gray People, by Bruce Boston (10/4/04): Poetry.; If gray people were / the world we would wait / for others to colorize.
Bird People, by Bruce Boston (9/27/04): Poetry.; If bird people / were the world / our lives would / span continents.
All the Starry Audience, by Bruce Boston (9/6/04): Poetry.; The starry audience / waits with baited breath / for the conclusion / of the docudrama
Ghost People, by Bruce Boston (6/21/04): Poetry.; If ghost people / were the world / we would roam / the empty highways / in search of life.
Signs You Could Be a Clone, by Bruce Boston (5/17/04): Poetry.; You have a recurring / nightmare about being / trapped in a Mason jar.
How to Court a Native of Altair V, by Bruce Boston (4/12/04): Poetry.; Offer her-it-him / as a sexual favor / to your family and friends.
When Clock Is Egg, by Bruce Boston (1/5/04): Poetry.; The walls of the chamber dissolved about me. / The substance of the world began to sing, / a roar at first painful, at last sublime.
How a Werewolf Chooses an Agent, by Bruce Boston (8/18/03): Poetry.; Knows Stephen King, Steven / Spielberg, and Steven Seagal.
Futurity Wears the Head, by Bruce Boston (8/4/03): Poetry.; In isolated and remote regions Futurity sleeps for centuries only / to awaken refreshed with an accelerating appetite that can devour / generations.
Children of the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston (6/9/03): Poetry.; wherever I travel / on Earth or beyond, / the forest stains / my life and thought.
Origami Rockets, by Bruce Boston (5/12/03): Poetry.; The moon smells / like a green apple.
Alien Quarry, by Bruce Boston (12/9/02): Poetry.; There was something centipedal / in his violet stare / that made her skin itch.
The Canticles of Rage, by Bruce Boston (6/24/02): Poetry.; across the atrium faces die to be heard / within the canons of the heart / no word is sacred
The Lesions of Genetic Sin, by Bruce Boston (3/11/02): Poetry.; loosen your collar your tie
            & let the bruised & bloodied vocabularies
      of the urban night descend between
your cool shirt & warm belly
        like hinged scraps of living meat
A Tale of Collaboration, by Marge Simon and Bruce Boston (4/2/01): Poetry.; I open my fingers, drop the pen. / It bounces on the forest carpet, / lands on a trail of blood kisses.
Surreal Domestic, by Bruce Boston (9/1/00): Poetry.; I have a giant flea for a pet. / It has little dogs running around on it.

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