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Tweaking the World Bundle (Comstock's Synopsis of Improbable Events), by David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Kendall Evans (4/19/10): Poetry.; The transformation of Mr. Unger was accomplished / In a nanosecond
Hunting Party, by David C. Kopaska-Merkel (12/21/09): Poetry.; I return by secret paths to the campsite
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.
A Strange But Welcome Friend: James Patrick Kelly's Strange But Not a Stranger, by David Kopaska-Merkel (1/27/03): Review.; Most of us really write about H. sapiens when we write about aliens, or we allow words to fail us, lapsing into gibberish, or we simply declare that the aliens are, well, alien, and leave it at that. Kelly does none of these things.
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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