by McKenzie | Aug 16, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Yesterday, I spent the day sleeping away my life. It was peaceful, the blankets all clustered near the back porch door, and all the doors and windows on the first floor were left wide open. The sounds of wind and wind chimes, birds calling, the scent of trees,...
by McKenzie | Aug 16, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
I want to get back into drawing, the pencil in my hand, the thick charcoal under my nails. I keep collecting spare pieces of paper, of cardboard, in the hope that something might happen. A horse, gray and white shadows, it appears—the long mane draped...
by McKenzie | Aug 16, 2014 | Reading
BECCA She says, It’s my birthday I’m going tomorrow. What’s your favorite font? What should I have him write? Serifs, I say, I like serifs. I like old typewriters—the keys little platters. I don’t answer the question about what to write. The vellum...
by McKenzie | Aug 15, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
You should know by now that we can’t go back. Not like this. Not back through the electric fence or past the sheep, dehydrated and teeming. Past the mailboxes and songs. Our bodies are like their bodies now, stormed over and pale with all this sunlight and...
by McKenzie | Aug 14, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
A promise of something small—and the skin warms. August 13, 2014, MLT
