by McKenzie | Nov 7, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The gentle faces fall and collect, fall like deer into the field— over and over like soft moons.
by McKenzie | Oct 25, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The raccoon would not be moved easily, then, its skin too far gone, all fish and sinew, pinned behind the farthest bunker on the field. Children turned around the animal like meat grinders, their faces red with snow, their hearts beating, rotating with the orbit,...
by McKenzie | Oct 16, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
If this were a poem, you would be awake by now– like a ghost a migration of birds. Your body–ejected to the ceiling–would become a pillar for Christ to place his feet. It happened on the morning when in your car, you could not sleep. Your mind,...
by McKenzie | Oct 3, 2011 | My Poems
And then she begins to write into her spine – the four of diamonds a strand of hair And then there is a deer crossing her front lawn, looking large, large as though mounting a lily its mouth a pink line carnation...
by McKenzie | Sep 28, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
You trade the sun for sudden moons – the reflections on your shovel transform into soil and otter. In the moment you kneel, speculations rise like glass from your skin. The shine of diamond – crows plant themselves in the place of violets blacken the earth. (That soft...
by McKenzie | Sep 20, 2011 | Blog, My Poems
The bed was wet with spilled lilies – white pouring down into the stem like sickness. You didn’t find a man in the rafters. You didn’t expect a horse – hung like an ornament in the barn next to a water-logged trailer. What you wanted to see was a carousel,...
