by McKenzie | Feb 2, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
THE MOON’S HIND LEGS The moon’s hind legs are invisible. Its bastard ear-boring cry is only fully heard by infants. Bright as the starchy pharmacist’s coat, its objective is to illuminate the puddled glass replacing someone’s...
by McKenzie | Feb 1, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE There are many people who come back After the doctor has smoothed the sheet Around their body And left the room to make his call. They die but they live. They are called the dead who lived through their deaths, And among my people...
by McKenzie | Jan 31, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
JUVENILIA Arranged in sheets of ice, the fond skeleton still craves to have fever from the world behind. Hands reach back to relics of nippled moons, extinct...
by McKenzie | Jan 30, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
CHIONOPHOBIA —Fear of Snow Fluttering ash dissolves on your brother’s tongue. He thinks of you building a fort from snow before you knew what...
by McKenzie | Jan 29, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series
PROVINCES Where the old trees reign with their forward dark light stares through a hole in the body’s long house. The bed rolls away from the body, and the body is forced to find a chair. At some hour the body sequesters itself in a shuttered room with...
