The Tin Men

I got my copies of this new collection of poetry by me and Kendall Evans. The cover, by Mitchell Davidson Bentley, is beautiful. I am looking for reviewers. Anyone interested? The collection contains two Rhysling nominees, one of which won.

The Tin Men

My newest book, SF & fantasy poetry with Kendall Evans http://sdpbookstore.com/poetrybooks.htm#tinmen

Brushfires cover

This is the handsome Richard Fay cover for my new poetry book out just last month from Sam's Dot. The book's available from The Genre Mall for $7 and change. Want a signed copy? I can handle that for the same price.

Brushfires is about 1/2 reprints (mostly older ones) and 1/2 new poetry.

new poetry book

My book of poetry, which encapsulates the best of what I've done for the last couple of decades, as well as a lot of never before seen new stuff from the last couple of years, is at the printer now. "Brushfires" will be published by Sam's Dot, just in time for the holiday season. A great gift for all the dark poets in your life.

"Brushfires" is a corporate buzzword from a couple of decades ago. It refers to things that some people think are urgent and important and that other people think are pointless and irrelevant. When you're hassled by life's manufactured urgencies, or even real emergencies, read some poetry and drink a glass of wine. The book, "brushfires," may be just the ticket for stress relief. Writing the poems certainly did that for me and I hope reading them will do the same for you.

Signed copies will be available at the same price as nonsigned. Look for details in a few weeks when the book is in my hands.

The very best from me,
David

reprint from 2001

An Open Letter To Our Astronauts


First published www.strangehorizons.com, 31 December 2001, reprinted 2003 chapbook _shoggoths_, Sam's Dot


I wonder about them, those brave explorers,
Cocooned in their antiseptic habitats,
Sexually and temperamentally paired to a nicety,
With all the amenities the late 21st C has to offer.
When they return, eyes blazing with alien worlds
(The cities, the domed necropoli, wheeled plants and
Mile-long insects, weird new minerals and
Precisely measured constants),
When they return from their far adventuring,
What will they think, poking through the pestilential ash
Of our last and truly final war,
In which even the bones of the slain were devoured
In jig time by the worst the late 21st had to deploy?
And I write them notes, preserved in a wide variety of media,
And hide them in obscure places on several continents.
I try to tell them: don't grieve, don't feel guilt,
Turn away from this stupid dead thing and go back to the stars,
So that our suicide will not quite have been in vain.


end

poetry chapbooks almost gone

I discovered this weekend that my two poetry chapbooks from Sam's Dot publishing are almost out of print. There are only three copies left of each. The books are "Shoggoths," and "I don't know what _you're_ having." You can buy them from the Genre Mall(http://genremall.com/contents.htm). Just go to the poetry tab and scroll down the page.