by McKenzie | Oct 30, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
LA ESTRELLA When Polaris falls, my grandmother will mourn in the center of the earth, her grief a giant telescope expanding through mantle, lithosphere, crust— a grito. In her hand, a mirror of polished obsidian— lava’s reaction to water. In...
by McKenzie | Oct 29, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
PRONE, NOVEMBER Just your slow, pink movements near the doorway. If there were fields, they’d long ago rolled back in agate bliss. Until you were indelible, a dahlia. Bale of hay, almost made for a woman bent over. Her pale sweet hedging (which, in...
by McKenzie | Oct 28, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
PRECIOUS Bring me sackcloth and oleander. Break out the shotguns. We’re going to town. Changes in the weather tracked on smoke-streaked yellowed windows via crosshatches...
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...
