by McKenzie | Feb 8, 2016 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
I don’t know about you, but in my mind, perception and grief are united. This is not to say that one cannot exist without the other, but only that our perceptions vary based on our state of mind—especially when we are talking about grief. On an average,...
by McKenzie | Feb 8, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
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, Reading
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, Reading
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:...
by McKenzie | Feb 3, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
TROMBONE There were carols on the kitchen radio, a late cold night, entering the room while straightening the blistered Navajo rug, I remembered suddenly what the first eight notes of hark, the herald angels sing felt like vibrating through my body that...
