by McKenzie | Nov 6, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
In the early part of the day, I eat flowers in the attempt to be more beautiful. All the curtains remain closed, the lights off, mirrors concealed. I imagine I am thin like a swan, the smooth, sharp feathers, the eyes that strike through skin. With enough time,...
by McKenzie | Nov 6, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
In the middle of summer, he removed his shirt and stood next to the open hood, engine steaming, when I first observed the Frankenstein’s monster tattoo covering his right bicep, broken down into puzzle pieces, part of the lip and neck and forehead missing. I...
by McKenzie | Nov 4, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
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by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
Here is how it ends—the whale departs from its shell and there is a curve of body and blood, a trail of the mother’s womb. Counterpoise: the redistribution of weight and water—for a moment, you can see the sea rise—and then, the equilibrium....
by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
You brought it home, yellow with age and old ligament, and propped it up in the entryway of our home, next to the umbrellas. This led to the making of soup and a long discussion about death. I asked, Can we just pretend for a moment that all we have to do to...
