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 9, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
BURIAL You’re right, you’re right, the fertilizer’s good— it wasn’t a gang of dullards came up with chucking a fish in the planting hole or some midwife got lucky with the placenta— oh, I’ll plant a tree...
by McKenzie | Feb 8, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
CAPGUN Imagine a boy holding a capgun. Now, instead of a boy, imagine a man holding a portrait of a boy with a capgun. There’s an orange tip painted on the end of his assault rifle. It’s okay, it just looks fake, it’s actually quite...
by McKenzie | Feb 5, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING Many are making love. Up above, the angels in the unshaken ether and crystal of human longing are braiding one another’s hair, which is strawberry blond and the texture of cold rivers. They glance down from time to time at...
by McKenzie | Feb 4, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
LADYBIRDS Brilliance is a carcass on a snow-white beach. Envy never sleeps. I tell my children truthfully: a long red beard is breaking from the darkness scale. He’s chasing you because you’re new. Because he’s old and sees the town in dirty tones:...
