Autumnal Equinox 2003






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Bruce Boston

Bruce Boston is the author of thirty-six books and chapbooks, including the novel Stained Glass Rain and the best-of fiction collection, Masque of Dreams. His stories and poems have appeared in hundreds of publications, including Asimov's Science Fiction, Amazing Stories, The Twilight Zone, Realms of Fantasy, Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, and the Nebula Awards Showcase. His awards include a Pushcart Prize for fiction and the Grand Master Award of the Science Fiction Poetry Association. For more information, including a bibliography and links to online publications, please visit


J e wrote letters to the editor.
Any editor. Any magazine.
He carped about everything
              from the state of education
              to the cost of tenpenny nails.
              He denounced the government
              and condemned it to perdition.
              He scrawled weighty and rabid
              political manifestoes that were
              published only in his head.

              He wrote letters to friends
              and enemies and former lovers.
              Letters as loquacious and full
              of bombast as a two-day gale.
              Letters that breathed new life
              into forgotten grievances and
              launched a spate of new ones.
              Letters so saturated with vitriol
              that by the time they arrived
              both envelope and stationery
              were in a state of decomposition.

              He wrote letters to relatives,
              dredging up all their family's
              embarrassments and failures,
              reviving unproved rumors
              of incest and physical abuse.
              He toasted the black sheep
              and roasted all the paragons.
              He cursed families everywhere
              and severed once and forever
              the only bloodlines he had.

              He wrote letters so vile and
              chill they could be delivered
              only by a demon postman
              on the darkest winter night.
              Letters rank with little horrors
              that scrabbled across the page
              and tried to sink their fangs
              into the veins of your wrist,
              to enter your body's sanctum
              and release strange toxins or
              begin building an aneurysm.

              One day he received a letter.
              Dusty and yellowing with age
              it sits unopened on the mantle.
              He is afraid to even touch it.
              He knows the awful limits
              to which some letters can go.
              He is aware of the crimes
              of which they are capable.
              It has slipped his mind that
              he wrote this letter to himself.
              Or that may be what he fears.



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