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...
by McKenzie | Sep 20, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The bed was wet with spilled lilies – white pouring down into the stem like sickness. You didn’t find a man in the rafters. You didn’t expect a horse – hung like an ornament in the barn next to a water-logged trailer. What you wanted to see was a carousel,...
by McKenzie | Sep 14, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
A valley of broken houses – inside a woman who collected rooms – plucked the extensions filled with accessories and moons. (expanding) Surrounded with the shadow of mirrors, she began to unwind her daughter – turned her inside-out pulled her hair through the head of a...
by McKenzie | Sep 7, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The first time you heard an ambulance, you stopped dreaming – stopped dreaming of such romantic inversions – like the hum of a whale, the cactus flower you turned into. A mother carries the last basket of apples from the garden and says they belong to you (like ribbon...
by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
1. I was awake on the morning the fog mustered up the courage to contact you. It was like moss growing across the door and tapping tree limbs combined. 2. You stopped moving two weeks ago. There are things you should have said, she said— gowns parted against humming...
by McKenzie | Aug 18, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
This reminds me of how clouds look in winter, so like soft scales on the ocean. The bodies park themselves as though in front of a window, looking in – you, I leave among the living with your hair and lungs inverted on a cloud. I assure you, I have done all I...
