by McKenzie | Aug 14, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Look at the way the body separates; the individual, round skulls—the rotation, the turn, the hum. The brains lift down into the feet, small propellers. As if you and I were connected, somehow. August 7, 2014, MLT ...
by McKenzie | Aug 11, 2014 | Blog, My Writing Challenges
Hi all—Sorry for the lag on posting my daily project for the 2014 August Poetry Postcard Fest. I’ve been completing these postcards daily but have not had the time to actually post the pictures. Stay tuned, and I’ll have that caught up in a...
by McKenzie | Aug 6, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Weeds are meant to be pulled. Their wide, twine roots, boxing everything else in. It all takes so little time, the swarm, they take over. I struggle with the beautiful ones, negotiate their responsibility, and end up pulling them up anyway. Guts and roots. A...
by McKenzie | Aug 6, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Let’s say I take a bite directly from this tree—straight from the bark. What would you do? I understand. You are worried. You, all moon, all pure, imagine the splinters between my teeth, permanent there like small skulls. It becomes pointless to...
by McKenzie | Aug 3, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Let me make this perfectly clear: the iron is leaving my body. The calcium, the heat. The organs like cold compresses. Her own, smaller body inside my own is jarring, moving against bone and blood. It pains, and yet it tells me she is still breathing. The...
by McKenzie | Aug 2, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
There is a faun that passes through my backyard, only sometimes, and the bald tip of her tail and her limp are unmistakable. If she comes in the late afternoon, I lean my body against our porch door, and she freezes for me. The sun highlights her, an ear...
