by McKenzie | Oct 29, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
PRONE, NOVEMBER Just your slow, pink movements near the doorway. If there were fields, they’d long ago rolled back in agate bliss. Until you were indelible, a dahlia. Bale of hay, almost made for a woman bent over. Her pale sweet hedging (which, in...
by McKenzie | Oct 28, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
PRECIOUS Bring me sackcloth and oleander. Break out the shotguns. We’re going to town. Changes in the weather tracked on smoke-streaked yellowed windows via crosshatches...
by McKenzie | Oct 27, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
L.V. WOMEN The Women wear their hair like a blonde ballet trained to perform each golden strand sun-bleached and chemical-precision, in perfect position. The women wear their skin unnaturally tight dry and porous like the concrete surrounds,...
by McKenzie | Oct 26, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series
WHEN I WAS NAKED I was the sturdy bowl of plums half-buried in snow outside the artist’s studio. He paints the shades of purple reflected in condensed water on my skin. I was the snowy hill topped by a nun’s black habit, a fall of dark hair descending to...
by McKenzie | Oct 24, 2015 | Blog, My Poems
My future & my past are essentially the same: whether it is me or her riding in the back seat, I still have to ask permission of my mother or daughter if I can go anywhere. I traded in my happiness like a receipt for defective batteries, & the world...
