by McKenzie | Oct 14, 2012 | Reading
In lieu of e.e.cummings’ birthday—October 14, 1894—I have been reading his poems and wanted to create a found poem of some of his work. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Birthday, e.e.cummings. You were one of my first poetic loves. a found...
by McKenzie | Oct 14, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
—for Charles Once I had a dream we were...
by McKenzie | Oct 14, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
“And a man newly dead would really know. And a...
by McKenzie | Oct 12, 2012 | Reading
MY IDEA OF A POEM What is a poem? A beautiful affected lie. An insinuated truth. Only by insinuating it will a truth not appear a lie. A truth as precious and hidden as anything from a mine. One needs to be a miner of poems to see in its Ethiopias of...
by McKenzie | Oct 11, 2012 | Reading
from John Ashbery’s “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror” How many people came and stayed a certain time, Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you Like light behind windblown fog and sand, Filtered and influenced by it, until...
