by McKenzie | Sep 22, 2012 | Reading
inside gertrude stein Right now as I am talking to you and as you are being talked to, without letup, it is becoming clear that gertrude stein has hijacked me and that this feeling that you are having now as you read this, that this is what it feels like...
by McKenzie | Sep 10, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
Flutter and burn, you turn almost sideways, glinting like those who lay un-described and silent. Lackadaisical birds. Tell me something other than your two methods of circumference, the legality of chloroform, the two figures lost in the dark on the other side...
by McKenzie | Aug 27, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
(I apologize in advance; this poem needs a lot of work.) Psychology & Wine 1. At first, when she was nervous, the girl peeled the skin from the back of her heels—nibbled her lips, crimson-blue— until they were nothing but pulled onions, the pale moons...
by McKenzie | Jul 11, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
It was on a night like this when I stopped trying to find you. Your body disappeared, and I was left in a sea of white linen and feather-down— the area around the bed and the main hallway like a thousand corridors. Antelope filled these halls, their eyes turning...
by McKenzie | May 2, 2012 | Blog, My Writing Challenges
