by McKenzie | Jul 27, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
Asphalt and salt, the tires burning in the heat. The crops are dying. Brittle limbs, the yellow tinge, still reaching upwards. And then the...
by McKenzie | Jul 27, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
with skyline and sun. The dark shapes on the water are like turtle shells, inverted and empty, then sinking as the sun moves higher. Fish rising and falling with sea and storm.
