by McKenzie | Nov 17, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
1. He’s sleeping again, and inside he dreams that he cannot eat, cannot sleep— and then he can’t. Not like this. Not in this room labeled C3 on the second floor— on the kidney side of the hospital. 2. And then, I’m addressing you—...
by McKenzie | Nov 16, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
In Midnight Orchards for Dragan, these haikus and lines The sunset falls like gold over water: softly, deliberately, before the white horse envelops the sky. Then, there is the moon— followed by the apple trees....
by McKenzie | Nov 15, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The sinners don’t often come here to learn to write—their skin pale with too little sunlight, the lost pigmentation. They float like lost souls in boats over the water, drifting slowly toward and away from one another until the snow comes— snowflakes...
by McKenzie | Nov 15, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
At first, there is nothing but the sound of breaking branches— until there is an engine, a dusty hearse, a line turning the corner, car after car, the police leading the way onto the Raccoon Lake [main exit], all accompanied by a flag, all too like a man burning...
by McKenzie | Nov 14, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
Your favorite mornings were when you turned off my skin— my hair became elongated fiber my eyes, melted and frozen, over and over. * It became this soft repetition— this event— of cars and medical wire, deer crossing the street with nowhere to go but...
