by McKenzie | Apr 3, 2020 | Blog, My Poems
A SEAGULL MAKES A LONE CALL, OFF-COURSE And across from me a bird roots in the gutter, looking for spare twigs. Its dark feathered body dip in and out of the track, its tail striking the air. I wonder insteadif it has made a nest up there when its body disappears....
by McKenzie | Apr 3, 2020 | Poem of the Day Series
WINTER LANDSCAPE, WITH ROOKS Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The...
by McKenzie | Apr 1, 2020 | Blog, My Poems
Where Sylvia Plath’s “Blackberrying” and social distancing meet . . . IN THE MORNING, WHERE I WALK Out to the street where cars have been parked for days, I know little of what brings the birds out of their hiding, what has come of the neighbors who...
by McKenzie | Apr 1, 2020 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
Happy Wednesday, friends! I hope you’re all enjoying your week. For those of you who may not be aware, and for those who are too overwhelmed with other things right now to be focused on this (know that I feel you and am here for you), April is National Poetry...
by McKenzie | Mar 30, 2020 | Poem of the Day Series
BLACKBERRYING Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a seaSomewhere at the end of it, heaving. BlackberriesBig as the ball of my thumb, and dumb...
