by McKenzie | Aug 3, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
There comes a time when the trees begin to trade places. A woman spirals through limbs, the nearby depths of a lake – You remember the day when you explained to her how you wanted to wait for a winter wedding – You dug up the charcoal of leftover flowers and leaves,...
by McKenzie | Aug 1, 2011 | Reading
Zoland Poetry 5: An Annual of Poems, Translations & Interviews *** STEPHANIE STRICKLAND burning briar scanning tunnel there is a zombie at the wheel who finds acceptable all risk (his flesh looks like mine) a crinkle monkey in the swamp mind tricky and brisk (his...
by McKenzie | Jul 27, 2011 | Reading
DEAN YOUNG Bell Tower Now that my heart is about ready, who are all those gracile creatures moving smooth as air around me while I rest on my assistant, the stair railing? I’m thankful not to know a one of them and interrupt their neon-darting need for somewhere else...
by McKenzie | Jul 20, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
There are days when summer and winter seem to reverse – unwind the flowers. You close the door. Knock as though dead limbs and leftover pollen will answer. You wind your way through the orchard as if you were a ghost. Haunt the underside of trees, unwind their roots....
by McKenzie | Jul 20, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
Sinful. Your lack of poetry – You. Becoming hollow. I see it coming every Wednesday – you become something – like ancient ruins. like peach trees reflecting in your eyes. As though your skin swallowed sunrise and the stars as though you deserved...
