by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
She removed his shirt and pushed him into the moonlight. He became all silvery skin. And so she painted him—deep black covered portions of his arms, his hands, his face, until finally she moved him out of the moonlight. He disappeared, except for a hand here, a limb...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
There was a morning when she opened herself to horses— it was a sort of release, the wind and soft petals under her toes. She waited out in the field, their bodies lingering off on the horizon. They looked black against the sun, manes twisting, all muscle. She...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
It was late, and the sky had long past burst and cleared into stars when it ran from the trees, like a mass, illuminated into white and fur in the headlights. Its eyes were like two pearls. I watched as it tumbled away into the darkness, that broken filament, and I...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
As I move through this evening, I am reminded of you. During the winter which beat my skin raw, we tried to be someone older. We attempted to speak like birds, all sound in the early morning glow, the pink dew and raw strawberries. You became all hands, you like a...
by McKenzie | Apr 18, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You stand suspended, the ladder which seems to swim against a white ceiling. I lay in a curve of color—I imagine somewhere, the wind is blowing. You tell me to look deep into the lens, eyes conversing, and I do. Inside the barrel, there are woods. I find a tree, when,...
