Publisher's Synopsis
There's a new ultimate trip and Keith Mark Gaboury is our director. He'll fly us from a galaxy where we'll "trip / on some cracked dark matter" to the Apollo National Park to see "...a glass case /showcasing Armstrong's / first footprint...." Gaboury's ambitious, lofty poems celebrate science fiction from its pulpy beginnings to its futureless present. The heroes of Hello Universe Lovers are not ship captains, explorers, or scientists--but the grunts, the citizens of the belly-side of space or the humans stranded on earth. His people are brown-baggers, miners, pulling shifts at The Photon Refinery their heads "...swirling / at the intersection of host and desire /under the only sky" they will ever know. Gaboury's arresting images and deft lines elucidate the collision of a space opera and a blues sung by Martian farmers. Gaboury dazzles!
