by McKenzie | Nov 18, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
A POEM ABOUT BLUEGILLS There are poems about bluegills. There are poems about trout. The bluegill doesn’t give a shit. It’ll eat a bare hook but would rather not hear about your childhood. The bluegill’s thick headed. It hunkers down in the weeds,...
by McKenzie | Nov 16, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
ELEGY IN WHICH A BIRD APPEARS I will make of my mind a scrape nest for your absence. Clear a swale for silences. Hollow it deep. Let it wild be with sorrow. Let it small psalm home again. And when it becomes difficult to imagine nothing as solid as a...
by McKenzie | Nov 15, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
MOTHER’S LIPS After the Tsunami in Japan You have no father, my mother said & wiped my neck with a long towel;...
by McKenzie | Nov 14, 2015 | Reading
WHAT THEY DID YESTERDAY AFTERNOON they set my aunts house on fire i cried the way women on tv do folding at the middle like a five pound note. i called the boy who use to love me tried to ‘okay’ my voice i said hello he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s...
by McKenzie | Nov 14, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
I AM MAD AND THIS IS HOW I DANCE I wheel my bed into the yard, stand it upright, braced on all sides by ropes. I am too small to house skies, bat-winged angels drunk on tar, dogs scraping their tongues against pavement. My veins finger through cement...
