by McKenzie | May 16, 2011 | Blog, Literary Scene
I’m planning on closing down my other blog, The Ink Traveler, so I can focus on this one and implement some of the more important focal points, such as reviewing and keeping to the plan of writing daily. And then I found this one post on that other blog, and I...
by McKenzie | May 9, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
This poem needs some serious work — Of Trenches and Stones Believing him is the easy part when love begins to taste like blood and water. Metaphor- ically: she wastes away on a cloud of opium and small metallic wings. You can taste the flour in the bread – smell...
by McKenzie | Mar 19, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
1. You were ill that winter. The flowers in your windowsill caught the flu, their red petals turned yellow against the snow. You remember those. You remember the way their scent changed from rose to lavender. 2. And when Christ learned to walk, you weren’t surprised....
by McKenzie | Mar 19, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
I slept in a shape that suggested sitting as though sitting in a chair all day were not enough. You sleep in this chair, too, dreaming of reflected hen houses and sheep that count backwards, dreaming on their heads in a way that suggests cow-tipping cannot take...
by McKenzie | Mar 19, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
You used to ask me where I left your glass of red wine. I could have told you the glass was on the side table but instead I told you – Wedding rings become inverted – Spider webs attach themselves to those corners as continued vacancies – Then the fields came to...
by McKenzie | Mar 19, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
I know enough to say that I have lived twenty-two times on the eve of my funeral. My lack of pregnancy is what keeps me smaller – the clothes which used to be loose have become transparent with leaves, a globe of birds in the ocean cornering what is left of waves –...
