After the rain

Posted by Rich Magahiz Wed, 19 Nov 2008 23:31:00 GMT

online
checking my stocks –
a big fat wet brown leaf
gets blown up against the back of
my bench

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It's just the Fall

Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 14 Nov 2008 01:42:00 GMT

shuffling
through Manhattan
dry scraps about my feet,
scarlet and gold, like crumpled up
bank debts

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A question for Abuelita

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 11 Nov 2008 03:04:00 GMT

Swaddled
in a corn husk
a savory something -
why do we make these only at
Christmas?

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The relic

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 19 Oct 2008 14:36:00 GMT

One foot
beneath these leaves
you might find a grenade,
or perhaps some old letter once
thought lost.

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Top five

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 11 Oct 2008 20:40:00 GMT

From Amaze: The Cinquain Journal comes word that my poem Railroad out of bondage has won fifth place among poems published there in 2007. I am so pleased, I shall simply quote here what the reviewer, Denis Garrison, mentioned about the piece:

Magahiz has essayed a subject that is profoundly meaningful in American society and carries a tremendous baggage of social, cultural, and other resonances. The diction is reminiscent of the events but never condescending. Although the reader must bring something more than usual to the table with a poem like this, its deep allusions will be apparent to millions. This is a hauntingly beautiful poem that comes back to one over and again.

A very nice bit of news for which I am grateful.

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The big ones

Posted by Rich Magahiz Thu, 21 Feb 2008 20:35:00 GMT

Quick! Hide!
Under your desk,
go and make yourself small.
The grownups have gone nuts, dropping
F-bombs.

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The poet's brief

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 27 Jan 2008 15:25:00 GMT

Please do
see me in court.
In my Valentine’s verse,
your software changed ‘disengaged’ to
‘engaged.’

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The five stages of middle age

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 26 Jan 2008 15:54:00 GMT

I

Matisse,
in his forties,
was years before his peak.
So what’s the rush? I’ve still got loads
of time.

II

Bastard!
that young pipsqueak
doesn’t deserve that car.
I raced Mustangs when he played with
Hot Wheels.

III

Okay,
I’ll lose some weight,
and switch to light beer too.
I’ll show my old lady I’ve still
got it.

IV

Hang on,
maybe there’s a way.
If I could sell this place…
Dammit, what’s the use, who am I
kidding?

V

Ali –
he missed his chance
at gradual decay.
Strange to picture him living to
my age.

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Beep

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 19 Jan 2008 11:59:00 GMT

This is
your brain-shaped box,
out in space, dreaming worlds.
This alarm tells you it’s time to
awake.

Boltzmann’s idea might work too well, filling the megaverse with more Boltzmann brains than universes or real people.

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It came one morning

Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 18 Dec 2007 15:02:00 GMT

Dashing
through the dark house
in his droopy flannels
he cries “giddyup, giddyup,
let’s go!”

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