by McKenzie | Feb 1, 2013 | Reading
Over the past two weeks or so, I have been reading Henry David Thoreau’s Journal extensively and have been extremely inspired by it. Despite my growing interest in this collection, though, I have found that it is Thoreau’s least-well-known work, if...
by McKenzie | Jan 31, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
It only takes a moment, and then her body burns, the skin lifting away in the shape of leaves—an oak, a willow branch, a maple— as if she’s known this language for years. She is screaming, she is speaking in tongues, she is a woman lost in dreams....
by McKenzie | Jan 29, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
There was a moment when I thought of you, and I longed for water. Two black pitchers laid on the ground in the shadow of what must have been an old well. Their two mouths were crusted with the last snowfall’s ice. Their mouths like two ovals learning how to...
by McKenzie | Dec 18, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
The first time I dreamed of Him was also the last— I sat at a long table that seemed to go on forever gold and silver lights that seemed to say Jesus everywhere— and then He was there, holding a man as if securing him after an early-aged heart...
by McKenzie | Dec 18, 2012 | Reading
To mourn the loss of a great poet, I’ve been reading poems by Jake Adam York. Below, I’ve included one of my favorites. It’s been published online in a variety of places and appears in his collection, Murder Ballads. VIGIL The...
