Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 10 Jun 2010 01:39:00 GMT
a balsam
pungency scraps of charred skin
lie still
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags apocalyptic | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 20 May 2008 12:53:00 GMT
her fat melts away
not the way
she’d intended
bank manager’s desk: a sulphrous haze
as we had been told
our guns were useless,
useless
with rockstar teeth, your friend’s head swivels
pretty roomy inside
and she gets good
parsec-age
mall rat gawks: “that’s what cordwood’s like”
reunited
his strong arms…
that’s not my Daddy
Posted in scifaiku, poetry, sequence | Tags alien, apocalyptic, invasion | no comments
Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:40:00 GMT
vacuum tubes
round his neck: the Annandale
Shaman
Posted in scifaiku, poetry | Tags apocalyptic, technology | no comments