Lunde’s work paints an always fantastic, often tender, and occasionally frightening portrait of humanity’s place among the stars, where black holes resemble Shakespeare characters, subatomic love stories rise out of quantum foam, and stars live and die just like us. Whether exploring bacterial empires or brewing the first beer on Mars, Lunde’s verses are delivered with a humor, wit, and charm that is sure to satisfy science fiction devotees and poetry lovers alike.
Some nights I think that the stars have died
First line of Absolute Zero (Mayapple Press), the title poem of David Lunde ’63’s 10th book.
by David Lunde ’63