by McKenzie | Apr 23, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You often says things in which I can say little in return—my growing deficiency—and the sky turns yellow. We lay a blanket in a field in the middle of nowhere and return to find it covered in earth that cannot grow. We lie in this space and stare into a sky filled...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
SPRING MORNING It is without a word that you follow me outside like a lumbering shadow. We reach the sidewalk, our steps matching. Wind tangles in my hair as we pass apartment doorways and windows. It is when we see the shadows of two people making love through an...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
She removed his shirt and pushed him into the moonlight. He became all silvery skin. And so she painted him—deep black covered portions of his arms, his hands, his face, until finally she moved him out of the moonlight. He disappeared, except for a hand here, a limb...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
It was late, and the sky had long past burst and cleared into stars when it ran from the trees, like a mass, illuminated into white and fur in the headlights. Its eyes were like two pearls. I watched as it tumbled away into the darkness, that broken filament, and I...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
As I move through this evening, I am reminded of you. During the winter which beat my skin raw, we tried to be someone older. We attempted to speak like birds, all sound in the early morning glow, the pink dew and raw strawberries. You became all hands, you like a...
