by McKenzie | Feb 2, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
THE MOON’S HIND LEGS The moon’s hind legs are invisible. Its bastard ear-boring cry is only fully heard by infants. Bright as the starchy pharmacist’s coat, its objective is to illuminate the puddled glass replacing someone’s...
by McKenzie | Dec 12, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
APOLOGY TO MEDITATION The meditation teacher said he wants to leave you alone with me. There should be no third party between me and “existence.” The meditation teacher said I would soon understand the nature of the mind rather than fight...
by McKenzie | Apr 18, 2015 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
In the quiet moments, when we stop to take a breath and think, we may realize that all of our thoughts, our questions, our hopes, are connected—that is to say, back to two main ideas: Where am I going? and Where have I been? Again, as if to say something...