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‘Bad’ Poetry Sunday from a Non Poet



yes, ‘bad’ poetry from a non-poet Sunday is back – ha!






The giant she’d become

Pleased her

She passed a church singing

Tore off the roof

Because she could

(see all the people?)

Singing silenced

Tiny people looked up

At her giant mooned face

They thought, she thought,

She is God.



A fine morning

She found fifty-two emails

Oh how fifty-one adored her!

But that one

Who did not

Would not could not chose not

Caught in her throat

Tore at her brain

She read the words

Once twice thrice

The words bloated

Sagging heavy in the middle and outward

She walked to town

On slippery feet and happenstance notions

But the words fattened ever more

Bloated fly words, blue fly shoo

She ran home, slipping on the grease

Of oozing words; hid in her bedroom

The words found her, weighing

Down down the bedroom roof, down

Down sagging upon her poor sore head

Until that head bowed in supplication

The heavy heavy words grew bolder

Split the roof asunder

And all the bloated oozing words laid

Atop her—writhing lazy

A lover could not be as complete

—so was spent the last day

Of her life well-known



He liked to break things on purpose

Cell left in pocket off to the washer

Oh dear I dropped your camera

There’s his hip, hop, hip

bump against the table

Comes crash and splintering

Of beloved glass memories

“I burnt the teapot, my love;

was it a favorite?”

Once the car ran, until it did into a tree


she doesn’t know why she didn’t see it coming





Her life is an ellipsis . . .

. . . inside each tiny little dot

she lives . . . and even in the pauses . . .

between them she could be found

. . . but no one tried . . . .


-kat magendie

Poetry Sunday from a Non-Poet

deep creek hike 148I never know what to do with my poetry. I’m really not a poet; I’m a novelist and occasional short story writer. Still, every so often I have to say something in very few words. I have to create an image stuck in my head and heart and other innards that is poking at me and needs release — and it’s something that definitely isn’t going to be a short story or novel. So, unlucky for you dear readers who happen here, *laughing*, I am going to occasionally post them here on Sundays. That way, they have a home and aren’t gathering mold and dust upon my computer. It just makes me feel better – as if I didn’t write them in a lonely vacuum and leave them homeless.





The deer pauses

early morning fog twining ‘round a100-year-old oak

whose ancient branches weary to the ground,

reach, touch roots, leave a bit of deceptively soft Spanish moss

to trail along by the action of breezes


and she that is alone

lowers her snout to dew spattered grass, sips each blade

a delicate pull of her lips, teeth bite down, chew swallow and begin again.

Silence knows her.


He comes on quiet paw

watches her from behind a young swarm of knobby cypress knees—

the mother cypress towering near—steam sears from his heated body,

saliva slips from sharp points of teeth, his tongue protrudes,

slicks along his lips


she lifts her head

trembles, the ripples vaguely discernable across her small compact body,

nostrils flare, a tear of moisture drips and falls to the ground

as one tiny hoof lifts in preparation for flight—


—and he is upon her

snaps her neck, one swift calculated bite finds its way to her death,

she is consumed,

the rest left as pickings for the scavengers who are patient,

waiting for her fall


He saunters away belly distended

the good parts of her he uses for nourishment

the parts he has no need are disgorged upon the earth


Her bones are licked clean

Lay bleaching in the sun—


And he returns again and again to the killing spot, sniffs, wants more

of what she no longer has to give.



–kat magendie



Tuesday Morning Coffee: getting your groove on or back or sideways or however a groove works – haw!

When Angie’s nekkid husband comes in (but we didn’t get to see him – lawd!) and Ann says she flaps around her house like a bird – well dang — and I receive texts that Ann interprets as inappropriate (because they usually are – teehee). But we do manage to stay on topic, a little anyway.

And yes, I have neglected my blog and for that I offer up only discombobulated grunts. One day my life will fall back into place, but won’t that be boring? haw! My life, right now, is all about exploration and discovery and wild rides and meeting new people and seeing new (and old) places and experiencing things I’ve never experienced because I’ve been afraid or busy or made excuses or was hiding — now, well, WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAWWWWWWWWWWW! watch out, Kat (or watch out, World – maybe I should say!). All many of these experiences will go into my new novel. Yeah. WHUPOW!

Our Rose & Thorn Journal: Saying Goodbye.

Join us on R&T's Facebook page!

Hello, gentle readers & contributors:

It is with great regret and sadness that we are “closing down” production of Rose & Thorn Journal after nearly 15 years.

This decision did not come easily, as it is always hard to let go of a long-held “labor of love.”

We truly appreciate our wonderful volunteer staff. (You made each issue shine!) Likewise, the talented contributors of art, prose, and poetry. Your works filled every R&T edition with offerings for readers to enjoy. Thanks also to our supporters, fans, and friends.

Our last issue will be the spring issue in May.
We would love it if you would drop by our R&T Facebook page and leave a note.

Thank you all.

dsc08287Angie Ledbetter & Kat Magendie

Whoooooshhh – that’s me passing by in a blur . . .

Hi Y’all – just a quick stop in to say hello, happy Friday, and that the Rose & Thorn fall issue is now Live! Hope you will go by and take a look at the prose, poetry, and our artist.

We have company at the little log house, so I need to get back in there to be sociable.

What are your plans for the weekend? Do you have changing leaves and a nice chill in the air as we do?

Next week, on Wednesday, I’ll be leaving GMR, the cove, the dogs, the ghost dog, and the little log house, my mountains, for Oregon to see my son, daughter in law, and my little Norah Kathryn –so excited. Anyone have any trips coming up?

Later y’all . . .

The Rose & Thorn Goes Live Tomorrow!

Enjoy the Haywood County fall pics while Angie and I are working hard to get the Rose & Thorn newsletter ready to go out to readers today, and please sign up for our quarterly newsletter that will announce each issue. The new website for Rose & Thorn Journal will go live Thursday, tomorrow! That’s when I’ll be wending my way to the swampland of South Louisiana for the Book Fest – and to see my good friend Angie (Gumbo Writer) and my other NAWW friends…big smiling…..

Our wonderful and supportive and marvelous blogging community friends are helping us spread the word as our new R&T goes live tomorrow. THANK YOU ALL! So when tomorrow comes round and all the “locks” are lifted from the new site (since we’re still tweaking and polishing it today), please browse around and give us honest feedback, and as well, wish us well and forward and onward for success!

Also! Scroll to the post below for LINKS (or click on the word LINKS) for writers/readers/shoppers. There’s the community blogger artisan sites, Nathan Bransford’s contest, and etcetera . . . Let’s all support one another!

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