by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
It was late, and the sky had long past burst and cleared into stars when it ran from the trees, like a mass, illuminated into white and fur in the headlights. Its eyes were like two pearls. I watched as it tumbled away into the darkness, that broken filament, and I...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
As I move through this evening, I am reminded of you. During the winter which beat my skin raw, we tried to be someone older. We attempted to speak like birds, all sound in the early morning glow, the pink dew and raw strawberries. You became all hands, you like a...
by McKenzie | Apr 18, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You stand suspended, the ladder which seems to swim against a white ceiling. I lay in a curve of color—I imagine somewhere, the wind is blowing. You tell me to look deep into the lens, eyes conversing, and I do. Inside the barrel, there are woods. I find a tree, when,...
by McKenzie | Feb 21, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
And the hands begin floating out in the open— all fingers like predisposed tiger lilies. * In the end, there is water hung over the rafters like long sticks, like limbs, * and there are birds lining the doorway. You sleep in your bed, unaware of the...
by McKenzie | Dec 9, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
In a dream, you began to open your robe and paused; in that moment your body looked exactly like mine— it paused and proceeded with cancer.
by McKenzie | Dec 8, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
Sorry in advance for the title; it just seemed right. A Quiet Suicide 1. The movement was subtle—the break from vine to vineyard, the watching of broken bird eggs, hairline fractures. The young ones, they had eyes like water and baking powder. 2. A field dotted...
