by McKenzie | Jul 6, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
GUN CONTROL I want the swans back— the father’s wide beak, the wings spread and beating down into the water, telling the water to stay down, all before leading his wife and two young through the reeds and on to the other side of the Bay. (If I had known,...
by McKenzie | Jul 6, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
—A Misreading of Robert Creeley’s “For No Clear Reason”* I dreamt last night the fridge was over, that its...
by McKenzie | Jul 6, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
One night a group of people sent a woman to my house who wanted to touch everyone. Her skin was dark, the moon’s blue hues on her shoulders. She braided my hair, and all through the night her mouth moved in another language. No sound came from those lips. I...
by McKenzie | Jul 6, 2013 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
Admittedly, whenever I sit down to read “one of the greats” for the first time, my inner-skeptic finds her way out and asks, “What’s with all the hype?” I ask this question not for the sake of propelling myself forward, or of devaluing late-writers, but for the...
by McKenzie | Jul 6, 2013 | Reading
IN A BOAT SHED I waited too long. I waited for you forever and ever: the changing unchanging restlessness of the signs they didn’t put up or down; the boxes of oranges, rat poisons, barns, a sled with no runners, snow, refreshments, pineapples; the odor...
