by McKenzie | Nov 4, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
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by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2013 | Blog, My Poems
Here is how it ends—the whale departs from its shell and there is a curve of body and blood, a trail of the mother’s womb. Counterpoise: the redistribution of weight and water—for a moment, you can see the sea rise—and then, the equilibrium....
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...
