by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
It’s winter—and we’re walking on a path where there used to be leaves. You point me in the direction of where the car ran off, right there, right behind a series of bushes that look like birds, the skeleton of a path left over beneath the trees. A...
by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The gentle faces fall and collect, fall like deer into the field— over and over like soft moons. * You remember her skin and how it rang with moonlight. And though the moon may never sing, the image made sense— the way that shine seemed to quantify...
by McKenzie | Nov 7, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The gentle faces fall and collect, fall like deer into the field— over and over like soft moons.
