by McKenzie | Oct 16, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
If this were a poem, you would be awake by now– like a ghost a migration of birds. Your body–ejected to the ceiling–would become a pillar for Christ to place his feet. It happened on the morning when in your car, you could not sleep. Your mind,...
by McKenzie | Sep 28, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
You trade the sun for sudden moons – the reflections on your shovel transform into soil and otter. In the moment you kneel, speculations rise like glass from your skin. The shine of diamond – crows plant themselves in the place of violets blacken the earth. (That soft...
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...
