by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
We’re too damaged to go back now, left a little too far open, lost moons, the open box-cutters with a blade that shines like glass against your hair, your eyes, the feeling of blade to skin. Watching you, this is how a river feels— too cool, too fast, a...
by McKenzie | Oct 14, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
—for Charles Once I had a dream we were...
by McKenzie | May 2, 2012 | Blog, My Writing Challenges
