by McKenzie | Nov 5, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
EDGES Edges of the field, the blue flowers, the reddish wash of the grasses, the cut green path up to the garden plot overgrown with seedlings and weeds— green first of all, but light, the cut of the sunlight edges each shift of the vivid...
by McKenzie | Nov 4, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
WHATEVER IT IS A DEAD THING MIGHT DO My iPhone insists I don’t mean “sestina” but instead “destroy,” and I think okay, now that’s something I can easily do: destroy, that is, especially here in November in which a...
by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2015 | Reading
STORM DIALOGUE Storms turn on their stomachs and gain on us. Cloud decks smoke the windows. Beating cold. Rain comes in shifts and pisses. Moving west is the gesture; the skies shave the city gray. The eastern sky is filled hammocks, storms twin up like...
by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
LATE CRETACEOUS 1. Say the hummingbird’s a home wrecker Spider-cropped or furious How else to account for The missing orbs The white fields of porches Heather filling the salvage yard 2. My landlord is dying The man in love with the idea of...
by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
If the horse was white and the green hill opened out an animal the lamp of any landscape where the angle of incident light is an index...
