by McKenzie | Mar 3, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
My body existential Your hair an uprising of thorns When wind is nothing more than broken tumbleweed the crows stitching the air sewing up the holes in the Ozone layer Your mind is separate Your leaves are burning a house of mirrors that face the earth and deepen your...
by McKenzie | Mar 3, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
I had received five manuscripts entitled “Kaleidoscope” when I decided to buy one and shatter its body, cut the lenses in half – your face still moved and surrounded the ribbons of color, your eyes blushed with red, your mouth tinted blue as though under water. Your...
