by McKenzie | Apr 23, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You often says things in which I can say little in return—my growing deficiency—and the sky turns yellow. We lay a blanket in a field in the middle of nowhere and return to find it covered in earth that cannot grow. We lie in this space and stare into a sky filled...
by McKenzie | Apr 23, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
This is one of those poems that is not very good, needs a ton of editing but will not get out of my head. I imagine part of it will be useful, but for now, this is it, in its roughest form. THE NIGHTSKY OFTEN LOOKS LIKE A MOUND OF FEATHERS. 1. Ever since you were...
by McKenzie | Apr 23, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
Break open the branch. Inside– there is lime and tree foam. Like marrow. The white liquid that illuminates the skin, full of leaves and freshly-plucked strawberries. Like dawn, opening: he captures this about her in a painting, surrounds her with blood oranges,...
by McKenzie | Apr 23, 2012 | Achievements, Publications, and Writing Challenges, Blog
Saturday evening, in conjunction with Jim Daniels’ reading, was the IU South Bend student writing awards and the first reveal of the 2012 Analecta. Since I was unable to attend, I just picked up my copy, and I’ve spent the past hour or so flipping through...
by McKenzie | Apr 22, 2012 | Blog, Literary Scene
Tonight, Jim Daniels appeared at the IU South Bend English Department Student Writing Awards and performed a reading. Unfortunately for me, I was unable to attend the reading. Call it an example of how a writer must lead a double-life, split between the artistic edge...
