by McKenzie | Nov 11, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
“I’m not committed to life,” she said and her body was ash beneath the moon. She ate a pomegranate down to its last seed, took a breath and confessed. Pumpkin seeds tasted like water now. She often dreamed of swallowing an entire swing so that she might take...
by McKenzie | Nov 11, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
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by McKenzie | Nov 9, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
Like hail from a blind sky, the body falls. He drinks wine from broken shot glasses and wears a goatee. This is his appearance to some. For others, he continues on his way in bare feet and white robes. In either world, he takes his time. Whether or not his...
by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
Dolores is in the moment. Dolores is a woman left out-of-doors, while all the neighbors close their curtains. To them, Dolores is a plague creeping down their streets, palms pressed on one...
by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
As a child, she was terrified of birds. After watching The Birds, she went outside with her shoulders hunched and eyes looking down. One night, in her dreams, she thought the piranha and the pterodactyl were also birds. When she awoke, they were—and all the...
