by McKenzie | Oct 11, 2012 | Reading
from John Ashbery’s “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror” How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand, Filtered and influenced by it, until...
by McKenzie | Oct 10, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
—a poem influenced by Philip Levine In...
by McKenzie | Sep 26, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
That morning, you told me you were terrified of poetry as a child. You told me stories of vines, stories of the things that continue to remain. I spent the following days imaging the dark circles left in the woods behind your house, looking in. * ...
by McKenzie | Sep 25, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You turn in your sleep, and it is at times like these when I wish you could wake and listen: I am ill. I know there are times when you lie awake, hearing the sounds of another’s bed, hearing the sounds of children running in the streets after dark. These are...
by McKenzie | Sep 24, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You and your wings have left me paralyzed—the ‘skeltered wings hanging like crows’ nests, indefinitely, fusing together like salt and ice. And she said: Please, do not call me darling anymore. The sky still carried some of the incense...
