Posted by Rich Magahiz
Mon, 28 Sep 2009 22:34:00 GMT
Alma Matrix
eigenvectors of real
yearning
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags math | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 24 Sep 2009 08:30:00 GMT
on strides
the great of the world – Starship
Antichrist
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags apocalypse, space | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 22 Sep 2009 19:22:00 GMT
out of void
down to permafrost – tongues of
starstuff
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags space | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 19 Sep 2009 13:04:00 GMT
the monk
tends Our Lady’s shrine
faceplate tinted bronze
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags religion | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 17 Sep 2009 11:22:00 GMT
coffee bar
on my change I see
twin satellites
a costly tip, far above her castehe’s so fine
half sugardaddy
half ATM
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags dreamku, space | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 15 Sep 2009 11:23:00 GMT
rust, love,
stains a sea of our own, crusts your
mouthparts
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags chemistry, pun | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sun, 13 Sep 2009 10:41:00 GMT
solo concert
etudes for piano
three hands
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags music | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:33:00 GMT
your pocket chirps – you read and are blessed
her face –
perfection itself – her gaze:
our eyes burn
their forebrows each marked: THIS ONE IS LOVED
no filters block out
that death-stench –
der Eisenmensch
Posted in scifaiku, tanka | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:25:00 GMT
could this be Zeus,
down from heaven,
whizzing through space?
Posted in scifaiku, prose | Tags classics, pun, ribald, space | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 10 Sep 2009 12:44:00 GMT
Utah Prime:
the Agate Prophet scowls
at the slur
Posted in scifaiku, poetry, fantasyku | Tags alternate, religion | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Wed, 09 Sep 2009 10:47:00 GMT
oui, monsieur -
they mean us no harm:
step right up…
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags monster | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 08 Sep 2009 22:47:00 GMT
green chowder
you see it squirm - still
it hits the spot
always, Miss Gullet, it’s eat? eat? eat?!
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags dream, food | no comments