by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
LATE CRETACEOUS 1. Say the hummingbird’s a home wrecker Spider-cropped or furious How else to account for The missing orbs The white fields of porches Heather filling the salvage yard 2. My landlord is dying The man in love with the idea of...
by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
If the horse was white and the green hill opened out an animal the lamp of any landscape where the angle of incident light is an index...
by McKenzie | Nov 1, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
#670 (“One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted—“) One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted— One need not be a House— The Brain has Corridors—surpassing Material Place— Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting...
by McKenzie | Oct 31, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
THE RAVEN Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some...
by McKenzie | Oct 30, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
LA ESTRELLA When Polaris falls, my grandmother will mourn in the center of the earth, her grief a giant telescope expanding through mantle, lithosphere, crust— a grito. In her hand, a mirror of polished obsidian— lava’s reaction to water. In...
by McKenzie | Oct 29, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
PRONE, NOVEMBER Just your slow, pink movements near the doorway. If there were fields, they’d long ago rolled back in agate bliss. Until you were indelible, a dahlia. Bale of hay, almost made for a woman bent over. Her pale sweet hedging (which, in...
