by McKenzie | Feb 5, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING Many are making love. Up above, the angels in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing are braiding one another’s hair, which is strawberry blond and the texture of cold rivers. They glance down from time to time at...
by McKenzie | Feb 4, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
LADYBIRDS Brilliance is a carcass on a snow-white beach. Envy never sleeps. I tell my children truthfully: a long red beard is breaking from the darkness scale. He’s chasing you because you’re new. Because he’s old and sees the town in dirty tones:...
by McKenzie | Feb 3, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
TROMBONE There were carols on the kitchen radio, a late cold night, entering the room while straightening the blistered Navajo rug, I remembered suddenly what the first eight notes of hark, the herald angels sing felt like vibrating through my body that...
by McKenzie | Feb 2, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
THE MOON’S HIND LEGS The moon’s hind legs are invisible. Its bastard ear-boring cry is only fully heard by infants. Bright as the starchy pharmacist’s coat, its objective is to illuminate the puddled glass replacing someone’s...
by McKenzie | Feb 1, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE There are many people who come back After the doctor has smoothed the sheet Around their body And left the room to make his call. They die but they live. They are called the dead who lived through their deaths, And among my people...
