by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
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 1, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
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...
by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
First, the front door. A series of pots and pans without a permanent place. The wind, the rain. A childhood photo with a boy in an over-sized suit. Only the eyes are the same. They look at me and say I could have loved him even then. Accountability & stars....
