by McKenzie | Dec 9, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
YOU DREW MY HEAD You drew my head the back of my head my neck stem you made my head a charcoal skull and even the skull is turned away no eyes —from Jean Valentine’s Door in the Mountain: New and Collection Poems, 1965 – 2003,...
by McKenzie | Dec 8, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
THE BIGHT At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches. Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, the water in the bight doesn’t wet anything, the...
by McKenzie | Dec 7, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
VIRGIL MOON I’m willing to bet that greasy twenty stuck to the bottom of your empty file cabinet, it’s never me you think of when you try to shoot yourself onto the ceilings of your apartment. Your thoughts lie somewhere in the sink you call...
by McKenzie | Nov 18, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
A POEM ABOUT BLUEGILLS There are poems about bluegills. There are poems about trout. The bluegill doesn’t give a shit. It’ll eat a bare hook but would rather not hear about your childhood. The bluegill’s thick headed. It hunkers down in the weeds,...
by McKenzie | Nov 16, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
ELEGY IN WHICH A BIRD APPEARS I will make of my mind a scrape nest for your absence. Clear a swale for silences. Hollow it deep. Let it wild be with sorrow. Let it small psalm home again. And when it becomes difficult to imagine nothing as solid as a...
