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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Censer eleven

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 20 Sep 2008 01:51:00 GMT

steel frame spines and plate glass
make the finest incense

the slim columns stretch up toward the
stratosphere

don’t make me sketch out the lines
of chalk

neither malice nor envy can ever
stand up quite right

along one pendant spline
the char

I have been pretty scarce around here, I know and it pains me. Four times, or maybe five, I’ve tried upgrading the site here to the latest version of the blogging software, each time coming up empty because of database changes. I have gone through the last couple years of my output and sent off the best six or eight poems off to journals, garnering a single acceptance so far. And I have been spending some considerable amount of my creative writing effort at my new wiki devoted to teaching evil villains about their craft.

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Ten times ten square roots of two

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sat, 23 Aug 2008 02:27:00 GMT

100_0662
100_0662 by milkfish on Zooomr

Spinning, twisting in a downward converging helix into the pit I never thought I’d behold not ever in my tweakermost dreams, her hazel eyes my sigil notionally on mine lo these various decades slapping at tick bites, and maybe it’s the hit or maybe the encrusted guilt that drags me down faster in accelerating brown streams dead on my own personal trou de cul looking without shame at the clean stars, it’s a standing count I’ve begun over my broken self not so as to erect monuments to stupidity but to erode them pill by crushable pill hoping that passing through the center and up to another moment of elevation it’s a dimebag of mercy waiting on the other end where raptures of soft curls purr back and all the way back to the warning track of my dazzled, plummeting, youth.


via

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K-Mart Pratītyasamutpāda

Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 15 Aug 2008 13:46:00 GMT

Ohajiki
Ohajiki by chidorian on Zooomr
It was a long line to Customer Service, and the pair in front of me began speaking in urgent tones about how she never wanted a gas grill but only a charcoal brazier (but pronounced it “charcoal brassiere”), when the realization came that we were were not separate in fact but all one, all one.

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Exostruts

Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:19:00 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

Grrrrr!
Grrrrr! by Mattnic on Zooomr

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Slow movement

Posted by Rich Magahiz Sun, 03 Aug 2008 13:33:00 GMT

violins to your left
low strings
to the right
raise your baton to cue dust-dimmed suns


Log Boom Park Stars
Originally uploaded by Reid Wolcott


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First lines

Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:03:00 GMT

It was when the second lightning bolt struck him that he started to take notice.

It was always the same - halfway through the third margarita of the night he started thinking of his mother.

“Oh, just give me that chainsaw,” Father said, just before she noticed something she hadn’t seen before.

Her moans were getting more distinctive now through the open window, just when his phone started playing “Edelweiss.” He stood up suddenly and gave his skull a hard knock on the sill.

If these are fresh dinosaur tracks, she wondered, why does this one have the imprint of a zipper down the side?

We all knew Cletus was going to die, even though he had been sleeping with the stage manager.

If this phone doesn’t ring real soon, she thought, it’s going down the disposal too.

They found the secret long after the fighting had ended, after they had taken most of the dead slaves from the hold and thrown them overboard, and long after the flagship sank beneath the oily surface.

Sssst, the iNanny went, until she turned it off.

The two of thm were in Ginetta’s waiting to place their orders when he started in on his theory that all rugs are area rugs. “And Dhurry is their prophet,” she replied, automatically.

“Florence! Hurry it up, why don’tya, and get your radomes over here before we all die of thirst!”

The lesions on the dead man’s arms and hands were consistent with corvid predation.

I was switching stuff over to a new PDA and ran across this year-old file.

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Index entry

Posted by Rich Magahiz Mon, 28 Jul 2008 20:37:00 GMT

To the Omega
she plights her troth.
So noted.

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