Frabjous Times

Admiration

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 08:30:00 -0500

he loved her legs

so much

he still has them

For my sister, who still checks out this blog, and for my friend Daryl, who recalled this 1997 scifaiku of mine to mind

The girls [Flickr]

milkfish — Fri, 15 May 2009 05:03:18 PDT

milkfish posted a photo:

Post-graduation celebration at Adagio's in Brattleboro, with Renee, Tierney, Virginia, Tara, and Pamela

Look that way [Flickr]

milkfish — Fri, 15 May 2009 05:03:07 PDT

milkfish posted a photo:

Nicole is in this one, with Mark on the side

Cousins Andrew and Tara [Flickr]

milkfish — Fri, 15 May 2009 05:03:00 PDT

milkfish posted a photo:

Hay(na)ku sequence published in Scifaikuest

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 19:29:00 -0500

I received my contributors’ copy of the issue where my hay(na)ku sequence Ooh baby, that’s what I like has been published. It’s erotic theme fits the Valentine’s Day motif for the month, I think.

Near Tina says Vanna

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 16:33:00 -0600

I just would like to state here that hello

is not really what one says to a mulatto

brought up for murder 1. The albino

judge, face sharp and pinched as a mosquito

had heard the theories of altered libido.

“This is not justice, this is denial,”

I whispered, “a travesty of denial

much deeper than any muttered hello

can contain.” I could tell that the libido

argument was making the poor mulatto

squirm and twitch as though a trained mosquito

had been sicced on him by that albino.

Everyone called hizzoner albino

though he had lots of color. More denial,

I fumed, and more of that damn mosquito

obfuscation! Oh don’t mind me, hello!

Clearly I was the last hope that that mulatto

had, with all this blather of libido.

He had no more and no less libido

than anyone else there, me, the albino,

or the DA, Vanna. The mulatto

stared at Exhibit A in denial.

Was that shank was how he had said hello

to Miss Tina, felling her like a mosquito?

Wait! That’s it! In winter, what mosquito,

whether it had a prodigious libido

or not, could so much as signal hello

anyway? I sent a note to Judge albino

floating the idea of a denial

exonerating the poor mulatto

of all charges. Each of us is mulatto

just as each of us is part mosquito.

Vainly, then, do we sing our denial.

It is no more than frustrated libido

that quickens both the swarthy albino

and yourself. How low, how low your hello?

Signaling my mulatto of suspect libido,

as low as a mosquito was to that albino,

the motion of denial became just “hello.”

Links for 2009-02-10 [Bloglines Clip Blog]

Wed, 11 Feb 2009 00:00:00 PST

Where's the part about letting me see dead people?
I'm thinking of the wrong movie.
"It is very much a work in progress," said Maes. "Maybe in ten years we will be here with the ultimate sixth-sense brain implant."
URL: MIT Team Shows 'Sixth Sense' Wearable Computer

Stellarenga published online

Tue, 27 Jan 2009 18:36:00 -0600

My solo stellarenga On extended leave from 2007 has been published in the latest issue of the online quarterly LYNX.

Coffee ghazal

Fri, 09 Jan 2009 08:04:00 -0600

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.

Marked up at Everything2

Links for 2009-01-02 [Bloglines Clip Blog]

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 00:00:00 PST

How to whip up a manikin

Or, A homunculus can be created when trying to resurect or create a living creature. To creat a homunculus, you need the remains of a creature (like a dog or a sheep) using your own blood and mixing it together, after which, if you are successful, it will form a homunculus in the form of what ever the remains was from (or close to) after sitting for nine months in vaginal juices, in a test tube, and have nutritional paste injected into the forming ambryo and juices every two hours (about a tea spoon of it). Cloning is said to be a form of this because you a creating a living creature form DNA. However, resurecting a person with alchemy will result in automatic creation of a homunculus because the blood and nutrients is already there, and it has already been born so it is preformed aswell. The homunculus (if taught well from birth/creation) will tend to its master and follow every comand it tells it to do. Because homunculus have no perents it tends to follow the first thing it sees and treats it like a mother because of its still existing instincts from the animal remains it was created from. The homunculus eats mostly raw meat because of its high fat content, which helps it grow, and fruit because of its high natural sugar level, which helps it stay healthy and energetic. The resurected homunculus only does what it feels neccessary from its memories (like killing a person it once hated so much), this homunculus will still follow its first sight of living and inteligent creature but still has more free will than the created one. But created homunculi can change its form to a bigger stronger form after many years of training it and feeding it the proper homunculus diet, the forms usualy represent a more mutated and bigger version of the remains adult form. It is said that some homunculus posses ancient powers like the power to increase its own dextarity or strength by consentraiting its thoughts on it or even make lighting strike from random, even with no clouds in the sky. Its is now belived by some that the gods banished homunculus creation when an alchemist tryed to create a massive army of them and destroy the god realm, so the banished homunculus creation and alchemy from the earth aswell as sealing the god realm. Some attempts at creating one are successful but it is still forbiden by the gods. The easyest homunculus to creat and teach would be the remains of a loyal pet, or even friend, because it already knows you well and trusts you. However the chance of creation is not hightend at all.
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After the rain

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 17:31:00 -0600

online

checking my stocks –

a big fat wet brown leaf

gets blown up against the back of

my bench

It's just the Fall

Thu, 13 Nov 2008 19:42:00 -0600

shuffling

through Manhattan

dry scraps about my feet,

scarlet and gold, like crumpled up

bank debts

A question for Abuelita

Mon, 10 Nov 2008 21:04:00 -0600

Swaddled

in a corn husk

a savory something -

why do we make these only at

Christmas?

The relic

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 09:36:00 -0500

One foot

beneath these leaves

you might find a grenade,

or perhaps some old letter once

thought lost.

Top five

Sat, 11 Oct 2008 15:40:00 -0500

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.