by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
You brought it home, yellow with age and old ligament, and propped it up in the entryway of our home, next to the umbrellas. This led to the making of soup and a long discussion about death. I asked, Can we just pretend for a moment that all we have to do to...
by McKenzie | Nov 1, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
We are sitting in a worn-out cafe, with fruit that is a little too far gone, and she decides to explain it to me like this: the neighbors’ boy was there while the parents were away, the summer heat beating down, all the birds like feathered shade along...
by McKenzie | Dec 18, 2012 | Reading
To mourn the loss of a great poet, I’ve been reading poems by Jake Adam York. Below, I’ve included one of my favorites. It’s been published online in a variety of places and appears in his collection, Murder Ballads. VIGIL The...
by McKenzie | Nov 8, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
—in response to the 2012 presidential election...
by McKenzie | Oct 14, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
The next time you write about a man speaking to an object, consider whether the object should speak back. Particularly if it is an animal. Particularly if it is a red mongoose who has just defeated two King cobras who learned how to dovetail in the dark....
