by McKenzie | Nov 7, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
IT BLOWS YOU HOLLOW It takes your bones to bed, tongues out the marrow. Says it will meet you halfway, a hotel deep in Oklahoma where you’ll get adjoining rooms and have a couple of nervous breakdowns. It’s a no-show, waylaid. It orders the...
by McKenzie | Nov 6, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
VESPERTINE I can still see it, evenings: the sky an orange liquor over the coming dark, a woman brushing the twigs from her hair, dwarf trees sparkling with a lavender mist. But it’s something else, a step into the old, wonderful story in which the...
by McKenzie | Nov 5, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
EDGES Edges of the field, the blue flowers, the reddish wash of the grasses, the cut green path up to the garden plot overgrown with seedlings and weeds— green first of all, but light, the cut of the sunlight edges each shift of the vivid...
by McKenzie | Nov 4, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
WHATEVER IT IS A DEAD THING MIGHT DO My iPhone insists I don’t mean “sestina” but instead “destroy,” and I think okay, now that’s something I can easily do: destroy, that is, especially here in November in which a...
by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2015 | Reading
STORM DIALOGUE Storms turn on their stomachs and gain on us. Cloud decks smoke the windows. Beating cold. Rain comes in shifts and pisses. Moving west is the gesture; the skies shave the city gray. The eastern sky is filled hammocks, storms twin up like...
