by McKenzie | Jan 31, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
It only takes a moment, and then her body burns, the skin lifting away in the shape of leaves—an oak, a willow branch, a maple— as if she’s known this language for years. She is screaming, she is speaking in tongues, she is a woman lost in dreams....
by McKenzie | Jan 29, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
There was a moment when I thought of you, and I longed for water. Two black pitchers laid on the ground in the shadow of what must have been an old well. Their two mouths were crusted with the last snowfall’s ice. Their mouths like two ovals learning how to...
by McKenzie | Dec 18, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
The first time I dreamed of Him was also the last— I sat at a long table that seemed to go on forever gold and silver lights that seemed to say Jesus everywhere— and then He was there, holding a man as if securing him after an early-aged heart...
by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
—in response to the 2012 presidential election...
by McKenzie | Oct 14, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
The next time you write about a man speaking to an object, consider whether the object should speak back. Particularly if it is an animal. Particularly if it is a red mongoose who has just defeated two King cobras who learned how to dovetail in the dark....
by McKenzie | Oct 14, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
—for Charles Once I had a dream we were...
