by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
We’re too damaged to go back now, left a little too far open, lost moons, the open box-cutters with a blade that shines like glass against your hair, your eyes, the feeling of blade to skin. Watching you, this is how a river feels— too cool, too fast, a...
by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2014 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
Click here to view my follow-up interview with Jessica Piazza! Jessica Piazza’s debut full-length poetry collection, Interrobang, is all at once lovely, inquisitive and complex. I found myself startled by the constant alteration of the persona; the interjection...
by McKenzie | Aug 21, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
I have asked my husband, What do you think she will look like? He frowns, and I know there is no answer. Not right now. All I know is beauty: crows bursting from a field, a candle flame, a gust of wind after rainfall. These things are beautiful, imprinted...
by McKenzie | Aug 21, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
The act is violent, the tearing open, the skin. I imagine bird claws, the talons, a wind breaking open between two buildings. The mouth, agape. And the arrival. Two shadows. August 20, 2014, MLT ...
by McKenzie | Aug 21, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
And then I look to the fall trees, and I wonder if they ever think, “I am running out of leaves.” They probably do, they with their tall, scarred bodies, launching outward and up. Sometimes, they are probably dreaming, or worse, waking. They open their eyes to...
