by McKenzie | Jul 9, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
is a candlestick, snapped at the base after being dropped from a bag of date-night accessories. We had a terrible anniversary. Two weeks later, we met in the bedroom, and our bodies were sad—sad fingers slipped through sad hair, sad lips touched sad...
by McKenzie | Jul 8, 2013 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
THE SINGING KNIVES The dogs woke me up I looked out the window Jimmy ran down the road With the knife in his mouth He was naked And the moon Was a dead man floating down the river He jumped on the Gypsy’s pony He rode through camp I could see the dust...
by McKenzie | Jul 8, 2013 | Reading
THE BASS He jumps up high against the night, rattling his gills and the hooks in his back. The Indian says he is like a goose passing in front of the moon. THE NOCTURNAL SHIPS OF THE PAST There was always a great darkness moving out like a...
by McKenzie | Jul 7, 2013 | Reading
GRIEF When grief comes to you as a purple gorilla you must count yourself lucky. You must offer her what’s left of your dinner, the book you were trying to finish you must put aside and make her a place to sit at the foot of your bed, her eyes moving from...
