by McKenzie | Feb 15, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
SELF-PORTRAIT I did not want my body Spackled in the world’s Black beads and broke Diamonds. What the world Wanted, I did not. Of the things It wanted. The body of Sunday Morning, the warm wine and The blood. The dripping fox Furs dragged through the...
by McKenzie | Feb 12, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
/ You are in the dark, in the car, watching the black-tarred street being swallowed by speed; he tells you his dean is making him hire a person of color when there are so many great writers out there. You think maybe this is an experiment and you are being...
by McKenzie | Feb 10, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
THE INEVITABLE To have that letter arrive was like the mist that took a meadow and revealed hundreds of small webs once invisible The inevitable often stands by plainly but unnoticed till it hands you a letter that says death and you notice the weed...
by McKenzie | Feb 3, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
TROMBONE There were carols on the kitchen radio, a late cold night, entering the room while straightening the blistered Navajo rug, I remembered suddenly what the first eight notes of hark, the herald angels sing felt like vibrating through my body that...
by McKenzie | Feb 2, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
THE MOON’S HIND LEGS The moon’s hind legs are invisible. Its bastard ear-boring cry is only fully heard by infants. Bright as the starchy pharmacist’s coat, its objective is to illuminate the puddled glass replacing someone’s...
