Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 10 Dec 2011 11:18:00 GMT
Starfish
cling to an ice chunk stolen from Oort
Driftwood
trickle charge patient countdown timers
Cockatoo
all up in there this vitreous belle
Margarita
dopplered down the midwife technicians
Sweet Lilac
pregnant still that notional tremor
Sodalite Blue
pressure seals primed for different basalts
Cabaret
a puff unheard that warhead still works
Bellflower
curtains draw shut the porch light flicks off
Solar Power
the line’s death feeble satellites fail
Tangerine Tango
twin jets of fallout: Antaeus dies
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 05 May 2011 17:41:00 GMT
spun
steel
cocoon
waste heat bright,
outside, a dustscape
and I, a creature made of meat,
have just the madly blazing stars for companionship…
back to inchworm form the flutterby
Soap Bubble In Space?
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 13 Jan 2011 14:23:00 GMT
climb on
that speeder bike
we’ll play some old softshoe
this short one’s one quite peculiar
color
a theme,
insidious,
now lush as a lotus
and then indigo-tinged darkness,
my lord
master
in the order
swingin’ an antique blade
and jamming out with robes now tan,
now black
ghetto
aristocrat,
midis bred in the blood,
that band of droids that march so sweet
gone beige
moonglow
my hopped up count,
grooving smooth with the Force –-
boys, he can feel it all over:
lightning
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Mon, 13 Dec 2010 21:37:00 GMT
Honeysuckle
crack crack the
geologist’s hammer speaks
Coral Rose
unnamed satellite dim behind ring plane
Peapod
1830 mess squeezed, not tasted
Beeswax
patch of sand buried where she was stricken
Silver Peony
biolab console upset stray wiring harness
Russet
twelve sols to aphelion a fubar beacon
Regatta
annunciators strobe the space between breaths
Blue Curaçao
rising from barren wastes to call it “contact”
Lavender
the crystals on the faceplate comrade and seer
Silver Cloud
ignition to deny the horror
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Fri, 28 May 2010 03:01:00 GMT
see a falling star strike camp and haul ass all night
sharpen your resolve memorize all their soft points
where caimans come swarming there dropships have not been
answer no chiming phone their sense of smell is weak
mess at midday your cook fire concealed from orbit
ripe mangoes for energy meat when you find it
plead for no mercy their breasts colder than Neptune
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sun, 09 May 2010 15:42:00 GMT
rock-grey
pressed Armani
at parapet level
a thin stew of rainwater through
the lips
ceiling
frescoes of stars
their copacetic cribs
their chrome and neon couplings and
their sins
heaving
musculature
straining the bas-relief
and off to the side a tiny
syringe
in glass
those famous lips
not autotuned but poised
at the rim of a porcelain
sewer
and we
huddled masses
gaze at the images
the raw slack-jawed wide-eyed envy
thrills us
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 23 Jan 2010 01:40:00 GMT
By milkfish, shot with KODAK EASYSHARE C643 ZOOM DIGITAL CAMERA at 2010-01-22
I just received my contributors’ copies of David Kopaska-Merkel’s Dreams and Nightmares, issue 85, which contain my Wallace Stevens – J. R. R. Tokien mashup Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Balrog. I read it again, and I have to admit that sometimes I crack me up.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Fri, 14 Aug 2009 18:59:00 GMT
I
Among the mountain roots,
The only sound at all
Was the alarm summoning the Balrog.
II
I was triply lost
Like a chamber
In which there were three Balrogs.
III
The Balrog boiled up dwarf-hewn tunnels
It was minutes to showtime.
IV
A flame and burning
Are one.
A flame and burning and a Balrog
Are one.
V
I do not know what works better
Rocks split by hate,
Or rocks split by fear,
The flame-sword of the Balrog
Or his damn whip.
VI
Stones bridge broad chasms
Thanks to the trolls.
The man-shaped Balrog
Leapt over, facing East.
The grey one
Names in the darkness
A secret fire.
VII
Goblins of Khazad-dûm,
Why do you imagine dragon hoards?
Do you not see how the Balrog
Turns his black-gold eyes
Toward the surface?
VIII
I know the Black Speech
And the drums that go Doom;
But I know, obviously,
That the Balrog is crucial
To what I know.
IX
When the Balrog reached First Deep
A trail of smoke
Arched gently.
X
At the sight of a Balrog
With a whip of thongs
Even Durin’s wife
Would squeal with excitement.
XI
They made for the Great Gate
Stumbling and shoving.
Once, a fear shook them
In that they mistook
The shadow of an ogre
For a Balrog.
XII
The bridge is smitten.
The Balrog must be plummeting.
XIII
It was getting dark early
And down there
It was always dark.
The Balrog on shift
Did not clock out.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 27 Jan 2009 23:36:00 GMT
My solo stellarenga On extended leave from 2007 has been published in the latest issue of the online quarterly LYNX.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Fri, 09 Jan 2009 13:04:00 GMT
Just log in with username ‘coffee’,
The password, of course, also ‘coffee.’
Kiss me with your Sunday morning mouth
I want to taste that strong black coffee.
There is something I have to tell you.
I met someone, skin black as coffee….
Officials said the house was empty,
steam rising from two mugs of coffee.
From the exercise yard he looked back ’
The smell of someone brewing coffee.
She moved the floor lamp a foot to the right,
but could not hide the stain of coffee.
The edge of a shaft of sun
bisects the surface of my coffee.
If there is any hope of heaven for us,
let it be a place with good coffee.
Hidden in the forest shadows,
a tiny plot planted with coffee.
The last Space Station resupply craft:
It brought but oxygen and coffee.
When I look into your nut-brown eyes
I need a couple cups of coffee.
She fainted on the waiting room floor
poisoned, they say, by so-called coffee.
We should never have opened her will;
terms burning hotter than fresh coffee.
The Rabbi spoke slowly for all to hear
“Your misdeeds call for tepid coffee.”
When she was only a willful child
she laid schemes to get hold of coffee.
The Chinese invented many things,
but the one they forgot was coffee.
Two hands clasp a cracked mug of coffee.
You take your God. This fool takes coffee.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Fri, 15 Aug 2008 01:19:00 GMT
gunplay
won’t matter
the tympanum ignores
we always knew
unchecked growth
destroys
camouflaged
tiptoe everywhere
sunlight punishes irresponsibility
hide your children
as instars
emerge
rustling
by coldlight
twice three legs
the manifest mystery
ever remains:
extinction
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 22 Jul 2008 18:32:00 GMT
Do
not
bother
to bring a
toothbrush, or a book –
it’ll be over sooner than that –
but you’ll want a camera and a box of postcards.
And when they bring the tray of drinks
and make you sit up,
make a scene!
They made
us
wait.
Virgin employees sit in the cabin of a prototype
Virgin Galactic
SpaceShipTwo spacecraft at the Science Museum on February 14, 2007 in
London, England. The Virgin Galactic SpaceShipTwo is destined to be the
first ever vehicle for space tourism. The SpaceShipTwo will carry six
passengers and two pilots, offering a total flight time of 2 hours.
Around 200 firm reservations have been placed already with projected
flight costs estimated to be $200,000 per passenger.
Propulsion system for hybrid craft blows up
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