by McKenzie | Jul 7, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
The low, chuffing calls of deer in the bog are like a man grinding his teeth, steadily into the face of a megaphone. The call of birds. A conversation, the garble. The suction and pop of a leg pulling up from the bog’s thick mouth. Upon close examination,...
by McKenzie | Jul 7, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
One afternoon I mistook a young swan, dipping his head, for a large turtle rolling over and over—water, sun, water, sun—and the sadness returned. My stomach, seeming at a distance, filled. I wonder now if this is how a mother feels when she loses a...
by McKenzie | Jul 7, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
At the restaurant, the ceiling tiles were white and sagging, weak-in-the-knees, Casablanca lilies. This was a place that should have taken him back to his childhood. A place for burial, a cremation. They arrived with a variety of meats, d’oeuvres, all the way...
by McKenzie | Jul 7, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
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by McKenzie | Jul 7, 2013 | Reading
WASPS’ NEST The empty, almost weightless, onionated brain. Planet-on-a-branch. The first lantern to glow in space when Wang Bo thought, I’ll look a little closer I’ll lift this flame inside. His footsteps. His panting. His words of announcement: how...
