by McKenzie | Dec 9, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
YOU DREW MY HEAD You drew my head the back of my head my neck stem you made my head a charcoal skull and even the skull is turned away no eyes —from Jean Valentine’s Door in the Mountain: New and Collection Poems, 1965 – 2003,...
by McKenzie | Dec 8, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
THE BIGHT At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches. Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, the water in the bight doesn’t wet anything, the...
by McKenzie | Dec 7, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
VIRGIL MOON I’m willing to bet that greasy twenty stuck to the bottom of your empty file cabinet, it’s never me you think of when you try to shoot yourself onto the ceilings of your apartment. Your thoughts lie somewhere in the sink you call...
by McKenzie | Dec 3, 2015 | Reading
THE GUN JOKE It’s funny, she says, how many people are shocked by this shooting and the next and next and the next. She doesn’t mean funny as in funny, but funny as in blood soup tastes funny when you stir in soil. Stop me if you haven’t heard this one:...
by McKenzie | Dec 1, 2015 | Blog, Literary Scene
Hi, all! The holidays are upon us, and for many of us, so is the winter chill (with or without the snow yet), and I have an idea just in time for the holidays that could be beneficial to everyone! Contact me, either over on Facebook or at mcklynntozan (at)...
