by McKenzie | Nov 12, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
The myth begins with gray fur and yellow-moon eyes. The teeth. First, there are whispered sightings, dismissed into the neighboring water. * Next, the discovery of cattle bones, picked clean, the bodies having disappeared days before. The farmers are not...
by McKenzie | Nov 11, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
“I’m not committed to life,” she said and her body was ash beneath the moon. She ate a pomegranate down to its last seed, took a breath and confessed. Pumpkin seeds tasted like water now. She often dreamed of swallowing an entire swing so that she might take...
by McKenzie | Nov 11, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
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by McKenzie | Nov 9, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
Like hail from a blind sky, the body falls. He drinks wine from broken shot glasses and wears a goatee. This is his appearance to some. For others, he continues on his way in bare feet and white robes. In either world, he takes his time. Whether or not his...
by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
Dolores is in the moment. Dolores is a woman left out-of-doors, while all the neighbors close their curtains. To them, Dolores is a plague creeping down their streets, palms pressed on one...
