by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
As I move through this evening, I am reminded of you. During the winter which beat my skin raw, we tried to be someone older. We attempted to speak like birds, all sound in the early morning glow, the pink dew and raw strawberries. You became all hands, you like a...
by McKenzie | Apr 18, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You stand suspended, the ladder which seems to swim against a white ceiling. I lay in a curve of color—I imagine somewhere, the wind is blowing. You tell me to look deep into the lens, eyes conversing, and I do. Inside the barrel, there are woods. I find a tree, when,...
by McKenzie | Feb 21, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
And the hands begin floating out in the open— all fingers like predisposed tiger lilies. * In the end, there is water hung over the rafters like long sticks, like limbs, * and there are birds lining the doorway. You sleep in your bed, unaware of the...
