EXCERPTInitially, they seemed to like us,and we were careful not to askintrusive questions, but later they became insistent uponknowing our emptiness, andwould enter without warningjust as we had begun to disrobe.
When they caught our chiefzoologist with her favorite
sex toy, they seemed satisfied
and begun sharing their private
PRAISE As I moved through the Catalogue if the Further Suns I found myself, as a member of the human species, alien-ized. I found myself alien-ating. I found myself in a labyrinth of mirrors that reflected back and forth among the histories of colonization and mass extinction. While reading these poems I slipped, for fractions of fractions of moments, just the tiniest distance outside of my human brain--and observed it from without--something I've wanted to do my whole life. This speculative poetry brings to mind Norman Dubie's The Spirit Tablets at God Lake, and Danielle Pafunda's Iatrogenic: Their Testimonies, and the wormholes within wormholes in William Blake's mythopoetic--in other words, this book is a profoundly worthwhile WTF.
— Sarah Vap, judge of the 2016 Poetry Chapbook Competition
F.J. Bergmann edits poetry for Star*Line, the journal of the Science Fiction Poetry Association (sfpoetry.com) and Mobius: The Journal of Social Change (mobiusmagazine.com), and imagines tragedies on or near exoplanets. Recent work appears in Analog, Eye to the Telescope, The Future Fire, Pulp Literature, and a bunch of other places.
Book design by Tia Seifert.