by McKenzie | Nov 30, 2014 | Reading
THE WHITE SEA Spin the big wheel of weather. So it’s seven degrees. I could have sworn it was balmy and getting ready to storm eight minutes ago. One definition of a slob is someone who runs out to the street through a foot of...
by McKenzie | Nov 29, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
Out on a walk, I saw two girls screaming through a two-seater swing, two fans of blonde hair. There was a hill in the way, shoulder-high, and they were nameless, without bodies, the way birds might appear when lying in their nest. I left them against a...
by McKenzie | Nov 29, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
You are becoming too much for me. I find it difficult to read poetry, to read anything. I roll onto my side, the book turning with me, and I feel your body drop onto the bed, weighing me there, small anchor. My lungs have learned a new method of breathing....
by McKenzie | Nov 28, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
You of average size but I was so small, so small they opened my middle like a mouth the incision is clean, straight, but it was in that moment, jagged— layers of skin cut, the muscles intact and spread open like wire you were inside, waiting; you had been...
by McKenzie | Nov 23, 2014 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
Writing reviews can be extremely difficult. What’s ironic, though, is that I tend to find greater difficulty in writing a review about a book that I loved, rather than one I was unimpressed with. Perhaps this is because I tend to find some angle of merit in...
