by McKenzie | Oct 16, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
If this were a poem, you would be awake by now– like a ghost a migration of birds. Your body–ejected to the ceiling–would become a pillar for Christ to place his feet. It happened on the morning when in your car, you could not sleep. Your mind,...
by McKenzie | Oct 13, 2011 | Reading
CARRIE OLIVIA ADAMS A Mystery Story She would begin by predicting the weather. The first clue is snowflakes. She gathers teeth marks. Flesh torn. Hot. Then cold to the touch. No, the detective thinks. Fabric fibers over ice crystals. Fingernails. This one delivered....
by McKenzie | Oct 3, 2011 | My Poems
And then she begins to write into her spine – the four of diamonds a strand of hair And then there is a deer crossing her front lawn, looking large, large as though mounting a lily its mouth a pink line carnation...
by McKenzie | Sep 28, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
You trade the sun for sudden moons – the reflections on your shovel transform into soil and otter. In the moment you kneel, speculations rise like glass from your skin. The shine of diamond – crows plant themselves in the place of violets blacken the earth. (That soft...
by McKenzie | Sep 21, 2011 | Blog, Literary Scene
Those Women Are Laughing Sorry Susanna, we’ve already worn the red dress tight, yes, without a slip, once with the zipper broken, to a wedding and to our birthday, where, yes, we ate the cake with our hands. We ate the dress. We wore it as if we had a secret, over and...
