The Forest of Questions some rocks seemed blue as sky but this rainless sky was bluer the clouds swooped happily unladen with intimations a few shadows glowered on the flowing golden paths someone who was not a gardener wandering plausibly among trees florescent as baroque fountains expanding in dissimilar color suspicious that not one had a mate implied by the absence of seeds the dead trunks twirled upward like lightning doing handstands upon examining the inanimate perhaps not all of them random some of them were once human a mossy rock that had been a man pale stump that had been a woman frequent tree skeletons signaled unequivocal evidence of malice amid the deceptive flowering F.J. Bergmann F. J. Bergmann edits poetry for Mobius: The Journal of Social Change (mobiusmagazine.com), and imagines tragedies on or near exoplanets. She has competed at National Poetry Slam as a member of the Madison, WI, Urban Spoken Word team. Her work appears irregularly in Abyss & Apex, Analog, Asimov's SF, and elsewhere in the alphabet. Her dystopian collection of first-contact expedition reports, A Catalogue of the Further Suns, won the 2017 Gold Line Press poetry chapbook contest and the 2018 SFPA Elgin Chapbook Award.
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