by McKenzie | Nov 29, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
You are becoming too much for me. I find it difficult to read poetry, to read anything. I roll onto my side, the book turning with me, and I feel your body drop onto the bed, weighing me there, small anchor. My lungs have learned a new method of breathing....
by McKenzie | Nov 28, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
You of average size but I was so small, so small they opened my middle like a mouth the incision is clean, straight, but it was in that moment, jagged— layers of skin cut, the muscles intact and spread open like wire you were inside, waiting; you had been...
by McKenzie | Nov 23, 2014 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
Writing reviews can be extremely difficult. What’s ironic, though, is that I tend to find greater difficulty in writing a review about a book that I loved, rather than one I was unimpressed with. Perhaps this is because I tend to find some angle of merit in...
by McKenzie | Oct 20, 2014 | Reading
THERE’S SNOW IN THE WEST & there’s snow in the east & there’s snow in our beds icing the cabbage. Since you left me alone, the wasp nest swallowing the bulb in the porch light has gone leaden & each night the asphalt is honeycombed...
by McKenzie | Oct 16, 2014 | Reviews, YA Literature
We’ve all been there. We reached the final year of high school and discovered the college, the school, the job, the career that we wanted, and we attempted to move forward. We did everything we thought we needed to do—and more—to ensure that we...
