by McKenzie | Oct 27, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
L.V. WOMEN The Women wear their hair like a blonde ballet trained to perform each golden strand sun-bleached and chemical-precision, in perfect position. The women wear their skin unnaturally tight dry and porous like the concrete surrounds,...
by McKenzie | Oct 26, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
WHEN I WAS NAKED I was the sturdy bowl of plums half-buried in snow outside the artist’s studio. He paints the shades of purple reflected in condensed water on my skin. I was the snowy hill topped by a nun’s black habit, a fall of dark hair descending to...
by McKenzie | Oct 24, 2015 | Blog, My Poems
My future & my past are essentially the same: whether it is me or her riding in the back seat, I still have to ask permission of my mother or daughter if I can go anywhere. I traded in my happiness like a receipt for defective batteries, & the world...
by McKenzie | Oct 12, 2015 | Blog, My Poems
or heart—like breathing, you enter waist-high grasses, the tan of prairie dog, fern, wild lily, & the wind takes you up into itself, your body curves & sways with the grasses, canvas, Magritte of the field & passing. How you ended up here,...
by McKenzie | Oct 12, 2015 | Blog, My Poems
propped on a pillow on our oversized coffee table, all of our ice packs lost in the move, & I try to talk to you about my impending job loss, another poem rejected by a favorite magazine,...
