by McKenzie | Oct 28, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
PRECIOUS Bring me sackcloth and oleander. Break out the shotguns. We’re going to town. Changes in the weather tracked on smoke-streaked yellowed windows via crosshatches...
by McKenzie | Oct 27, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
L.V. WOMEN The Women wear their hair like a blonde ballet trained to perform each golden strand sun-bleached and chemical-precision, in perfect position. The women wear their skin unnaturally tight dry and porous like the concrete surrounds,...
by McKenzie | Oct 26, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
WHEN I WAS NAKED I was the sturdy bowl of plums half-buried in snow outside the artist’s studio. He paints the shades of purple reflected in condensed water on my skin. I was the snowy hill topped by a nun’s black habit, a fall of dark hair descending to...
by McKenzie | Oct 24, 2015 | Blog, My Poems
My future & my past are essentially the same: whether it is me or her riding in the back seat, I still have to ask permission of my mother or daughter if I can go anywhere. I traded in my happiness like a receipt for defective batteries, & the world...
by McKenzie | Oct 22, 2015 | Blog
I have some very cool news to share with you all today. Last year around this time, I posted a question on Facebook: “Friends, poets, writers, if there were an easily-accessed venue to have broadsides of your work made, how many of you would take advantage of...
