by McKenzie | Nov 18, 2016 | Blog, Literary Scene, My Poems
—Hope is the thing with feathers. Here is a truth: I thrive on hope. But yet, here is another: if you fill a pillow with feathers, I cannot sleep— I wake in the middle of the night, heavy-chested and warm, throwing off the dark as if it were...
by McKenzie | Nov 1, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
#670 (“One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted—“) One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted— One need not be a House— The Brain has Corridors—surpassing Material Place— Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting...
