by McKenzie | Oct 12, 2012 | Reading
MY IDEA OF A POEM What is a poem? A beautiful affected lie. An insinuated truth. Only by insinuating it will a truth not appear a lie. A truth as precious and hidden as anything from a mine. One needs to be a miner of poems to see in its Ethiopias of...
by McKenzie | Oct 11, 2012 | Reading
from John Ashbery’s “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror” How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand, Filtered and influenced by it, until...
by McKenzie | Oct 10, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
—a poem influenced by Philip Levine In...
by McKenzie | Sep 26, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
That morning, you told me you were terrified of poetry as a child. You told me stories of vines, stories of the things that continue to remain. I spent the following days imaging the dark circles left in the woods behind your house, looking in. * ...
by McKenzie | Sep 25, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You turn in your sleep, and it is at times like these when I wish you could wake and listen: I am ill. I know there are times when you lie awake, hearing the sounds of another’s bed, hearing the sounds of children running in the streets after dark. These are...
