by McKenzie | Dec 13, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
TO BE SEEN Forgive me for taking the tone of a preacher. You understand, a dying man Must have a point—not that I am Dying exactly. My doctor tells me I’ll live Longer than most since I see him More than most. Of course, he cannot be trusted...
by McKenzie | Nov 9, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
Like hail from a blind sky, the body falls. He drinks wine from broken shot glasses and wears a goatee. This is his appearance to some. For others, he continues on his way in bare feet and white robes. In either world, he takes his time. Whether or not his...
