by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
It’s winter—and we’re walking on a path where there used to be leaves. You point me in the direction of where the car ran off, right there, right behind a series of bushes that look like birds, the skeleton of a path left over beneath the trees. A...
by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The gentle faces fall and collect, fall like deer into the field— over and over like soft moons. * You remember her skin and how it rang with moonlight. And though the moon may never sing, the image made sense— the way that shine seemed to quantify...
by McKenzie | Nov 7, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The gentle faces fall and collect, fall like deer into the field— over and over like soft moons.
by McKenzie | Oct 25, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The raccoon would not be moved easily, then, its skin too far gone, all fish and sinew, pinned behind the farthest bunker on the field. Children turned around the animal like meat grinders, their faces red with snow, their hearts beating, rotating with the orbit,...
by McKenzie | Oct 17, 2011 | Achievements, Publications, and Writing Challenges, Blog
This past week—Tuesday, October 11—42 Miles Press was mentioned in IU South Bend’s student newspaper, The Preface. In the article written by Maria Hubbard, 42 Miles Press, its publications, the office and our expanding library of resources are discussed to give...
