by McKenzie | Jun 15, 2011 | Reviews
I just might have to go back and see this again and write a review of it. I wanted nothing more than my typewriter and to stay up to write all night after I saw this.
by McKenzie | Jun 6, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
I remember you – the way your body fell like rain into the bed. Sheath after sheath – the smell of the room, the shape of your frame. You disappeared inside the mattress, the fabric turned to water. Your hair flailed like a fan, your fingers were spiders, the lack of...
by McKenzie | Jun 6, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
No one ever asked you what sin feels like. It travels to the ends of your hair, like every other poem you have written. [Metafiction.] You are the character that walks in the tide – the sand swallowing your feet, wishing for the strength of the undercurrent. You...
by McKenzie | Jun 1, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
1. You, you remember those earlier days when you walked along a more putrid river surrounded by chamomile and violets where the moon hung itself in the trees. The new moon became the funeral you walked into. You dreamt many times. 2. You remember how, once, your legs...
by McKenzie | May 26, 2011 | Reading
WILLIAM ABERG The Blade (for William Stafford) As a boy, I made a blade of my hand and held it flush with the window of our speeding car. Telephone poles, great windy chestnuts and oaks, tall buildings, and green, bearing slopes– I leveled them all exactly with...
