by McKenzie | Oct 20, 2014 | Reading
THERE’S SNOW IN THE WEST & there’s snow in the east & there’s snow in our beds icing the cabbage. Since you left me alone, the wasp nest swallowing the bulb in the porch light has gone leaden & each night the asphalt is honeycombed...
by McKenzie | Sep 28, 2014 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
Click here to view my review of The Bottom. Betsy Andrews’ book-length poem, The Bottom, was published by 42 Miles Press in 2014 and received the 2013 42 Miles Poetry Prize. Sections of this poem appeared in such places as Kadar Koli, BoogCity, Stone...
by McKenzie | Sep 23, 2014 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
Click here to view my interview with Betsy Andrews. When I first began reading Betsy Andrews’ book-length poem, The Bottom, I was reminded of an incident that occurred nearly two years ago now. In October of 2012, an article appeared on Slate.com regarding a...
by McKenzie | Sep 21, 2014 | Reading
to sound like itself is what water wants, to look like itself, to feel wet walloped by cinderblock, spars and bottles, the wanting-locked water lay down the wanting-locked water stank without lustre, it stank without lustre and we cut it with knives, we cut it...
by McKenzie | Aug 22, 2014 | Blog, My Poems
We’re too damaged to go back now, left a little too far open, lost moons, the open box-cutters with a blade that shines like glass against your hair, your eyes, the feeling of blade to skin. Watching you, this is how a river feels— too cool, too fast, a...
