by McKenzie | Jul 18, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
not an elegy for Mike Brown I am sick of writing this poem but bring the boy. his new name his same old body. ordinary, black dead thing. bring him & we will mourn until we forget what we are mourning & isn’t that what being black is about? not...
by McKenzie | Jul 15, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
—in the wake of another tragedy: praying for France THOUGHTS OF A SOLITARY FARMHOUSE And not to feel bad about dying. Not to take it so...
by McKenzie | Jul 14, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
PURSUIT —for Arctic Explorer Donald B. MacMillan...
by McKenzie | Jul 13, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
WILD GEESE You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine....
by McKenzie | Feb 22, 2016 | Blog, My Poems
It beats. It hums. My heart— what else could beat so cold and low as this : make me a list. give me a kiss : Kalamazoo, I love you. Paris, Baghdad, and Beruit, I love you. What more harm can we inflict than gunfire on a summer’s day, a winter walk, what...
