by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2015 | Reading
STORM DIALOGUE Storms turn on their stomachs and gain on us. Cloud decks smoke the windows. Beating cold. Rain comes in shifts and pisses. Moving west is the gesture; the skies shave the city gray. The eastern sky is filled hammocks, storms twin up like...
by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
LATE CRETACEOUS 1. Say the hummingbird’s a home wrecker Spider-cropped or furious How else to account for The missing orbs The white fields of porches Heather filling the salvage yard 2. My landlord is dying The man in love with the idea of...
by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
If the horse was white and the green hill opened out an animal the lamp of any landscape where the angle of incident light is an index...
by McKenzie | Nov 1, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
#670 (“One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted—“) One need not be a Chamber—to be Haunted— One need not be a House— The Brain has Corridors—surpassing Material Place— Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting...
by McKenzie | Oct 31, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
THE RAVEN Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some...
