by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
You brought it home, yellow with age and old ligament, and propped it up in the entryway of our home, next to the umbrellas. This led to the making of soup and a long discussion about death. I asked, Can we just pretend for a moment that all we have to do to...
by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Let’s try this again—instead of walking down a dirt road, we’re walking down a path in the park. We’ve ditched the apples, and we’re eating fall leaves. And instead of telling you I love you, I’ll tell you I never did. And you’ll be quiet, because you’ll...
by McKenzie | Nov 1, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
We are sitting in a worn-out cafe, with fruit that is a little too far gone, and she decides to explain it to me like this: the neighbors’ boy was there while the parents were away, the summer heat beating down, all the birds like feathered shade along...
by McKenzie | Oct 5, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
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by McKenzie | Oct 5, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
It is only cat-like as it enters the cemetery, something skeletal and de-veined as it exits. We spent time removing corn husks and drove down dirt roads. Our first winter together, it was two days into the season before you told me you loved me. Four winters...
by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
My second relationship looked something like this: spun from what was left in the kitchen each night, all fish and sinnew. He had the largest hands, butcher-palms, blood under the nails, and his teeth were white scarecrows after too many fights. The salt-blue...
