by McKenzie | Dec 3, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
consider their bodies—each separate bead a head—the string of brains arch like drumming fingers, or rather, the knuckles. survival in a smaller form. like a child pouring out onto a table, the wide mouth of an incision, a closed door. you left me...
by McKenzie | Dec 2, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
You said we were a senseless pairing—the earth and moon—what if someday the earth falls out of love? Then the moon will fall into, into— We were waiting for a train, heads under the tunnel eve, rain pouring down, we were reaching...
by McKenzie | Dec 1, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
What have I learned of compassion? Unharmed, it releases itself as a seatbelt & a bottle of Coke in the morning. Baby strapped down in the...
by McKenzie | Nov 30, 2014 | Reading
THE WHITE SEA Spin the big wheel of weather. So it’s seven degrees. I could have sworn it was balmy and getting ready to storm eight minutes ago. One definition of a slob is someone who runs out to the street through a foot of...
by McKenzie | Nov 29, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
Out on a walk, I saw two girls screaming through a two-seater swing, two fans of blonde hair. There was a hill in the way, shoulder-high, and they were nameless, without bodies, the way birds might appear when lying in their nest. I left them against a...
