by McKenzie | Apr 13, 2015 | Reading
CONTINENTAL We were sinking The windows were filling with cities as if poured into glasses No one was thinking of drowning No one thinking air ship but there we were submerging A captain turned off the cabin lights We folded our...
by McKenzie | Feb 8, 2015 | Literary Scene, Reading
SLEEPING WOMAN —after the painting by Richard Diebenkorn I’m walking east down Lovell in Kalamazoo in the middle of the afternoon, and it’s hot, July something, and there’s a man...
by McKenzie | Jan 2, 2015 | Blog, Reading
Happy New Year, all! I hope you had a wonderful celebration of the upcoming new year and were able to spend some time recounting the good memories of 2014. Along with going to school and becoming a mom, this was definitely a year for reading and reviewing...
by McKenzie | Nov 30, 2014 | Reading
THE WHITE SEA Spin the big wheel of weather. So it’s seven degrees. I could have sworn it was balmy and getting ready to storm eight minutes ago. One definition of a slob is someone who runs out to the street through a foot of...
by McKenzie | Oct 20, 2014 | Reading
THERE’S SNOW IN THE WEST & there’s snow in the east & there’s snow in our beds icing the cabbage. Since you left me alone, the wasp nest swallowing the bulb in the porch light has gone leaden & each night the asphalt is honeycombed...
by McKenzie | Sep 21, 2014 | Reading
to sound like itself is what water wants, to look like itself, to feel wet walloped by cinderblock, spars and bottles, the wanting-locked water lay down the wanting-locked water stank without lustre, it stank without lustre and we cut it with knives, we cut it...
