by McKenzie | Sep 28, 2015 | Blog, My Poems
And it is from this moment that you are going to live. Think of that. You’re standing in the middle of what used to be a cornfield,...
by McKenzie | Jul 22, 2015 | Blog, Craft (Writing Tips), My Poems
I had a bit of a moment today, and I really have to share. In the picture to your left is my beautiful, nine-and-a-half-month old daughter, Cadence (yes, like the title), and she had her first turn on a swing today—one of those little, infant-safe ones on...
by McKenzie | Apr 14, 2015 | Blog, Craft (Writing Tips), My Poems
This is why I love reading: it opens so many doors. While reading Allan Peterson’s Precarious (published by 42 Miles Press, 2014), I began to consider less-than-common terms, synonyms that are so interesting and unique that we often do not use—for...
by McKenzie | Dec 24, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
Merry Christmas, Everyone! Whether or not you’re a believer, I hope you enjoy your day with friends and family, build a snowman or stay inside by the fire. Here’s a new poem to read while you drink something warm. THE MANGER For years...
by McKenzie | Dec 6, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
Like nothing, you wield these leaves & branches from miles around into your fortress, your own floating box. Wings spread & your partner’s—& the calls over the water. What power. What control. The unruly terrain falls. How I wish I were...
by McKenzie | Dec 3, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
consider their bodies—each separate bead a head—the string of brains arch like drumming fingers, or rather, the knuckles. survival in a smaller form. like a child pouring out onto a table, the wide mouth of an incision, a closed door. you left me...
