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.
by McKenzie | Oct 12, 2012 | Reading
MY IDEA OF A POEM What is a poem? A beautiful affected lie. An insinuated truth. Only by insinuating it will a truth not appear a lie. A truth as precious and hidden as anything from a mine. One needs to be a miner of poems to see in its Ethiopias of...
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...
