By Dennis Mahagin An anesthesiologist may be an instrument of karma, hovering over trays (your gurney) … he’s got up in paisley scrubs, a headband he rubs the wrong way upon the back of his hand, nodding a skosh in the affirmative, trance like tentative but affirmative. There’s the convex ceiling chrome pulling cold sweat, [...]
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No Tells In A Spokane O.R.
Posted in Dennis Mahagin on August 19, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Capitulation
Posted in Dennis Mahagin on March 30, 2011 | 1 Comment »
By Dennis Mahagin She asked me if I was ready to take a hard look at my work. omg lol … See, there were these atrocities going down in Libya and Yemen, not to mention eleven DVDs of mine temporarily already burning a hole in the tortured oeuvre of Overdue at Library. “Tomorrow,” I said [...]
Long Gone Ghazal
Posted in Dennis Mahagin on December 3, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
By Dennis Mahagin Second to last hug from a main squeeze, 1 week or so before all the bennies ran out. Rigid. Frigid. Maybelline. The yapping Dachshund attack dog, who wouldn’t back off… .. You kicked, and missed. Its drunk-ass master cackled all day. Fender bender, with dissociative features. Fake cough,key- less remote. Specious gull [...]
Springsteen Never Sings Of The Hard Six
Posted in Dennis Mahagin on August 25, 2010 | 4 Comments »
By Dennis Mahagin God help a gambler from Rahway, cooking up his sweetened coffee dregs in a microwave oven, with that chime that pings when the cycle is complete, as when a nickel slot machine briefly defeats entropy for a dollar and ten cents. Sans the sense God gave mania, a Rahway gambler cracks a [...]
fun w/ blood thinners
Posted in Dennis Mahagin on July 1, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
By Dennis Mahagin Under the willow tree called half abandoned hope, I’m telling you it all comes back to me, in the guise of a breeze, a pill, a snatch of bygone dialogue from this actor named Brady Cardia? You bet, a ringer for Noah Wylie on Blu Ray, yes, yes, he has been known [...]
Seven O’ Nine Sez: Technology Can’t Stand Up To An Old Fashioned Flogging
Posted in Dennis Mahagin on May 28, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
By Dennis Mahagin On the hood of her tan Lexus, she pinched me hard and good in brachial plexus: “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” she said. With bad hand, my evil self grabbed up a hot purple Blackberry Curve, tried texting my neuro surgeon pal Matthew Guelph, but the thing was the ring [...]
