by McKenzie | Feb 2, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
THE MOON’S HIND LEGS The moon’s hind legs are invisible. Its bastard ear-boring cry is only fully heard by infants. Bright as the starchy pharmacist’s coat, its objective is to illuminate the puddled glass replacing someone’s...
by McKenzie | Feb 1, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
THE LIGHT THE DEAD SEE There are many people who come back After the doctor has smoothed the sheet Around their body And left the room to make his call. They die but they live. They are called the dead who lived through their deaths, And among my people...
by McKenzie | Jan 31, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
JUVENILIA Arranged in sheets of ice, the fond skeleton still craves to have fever from the world behind. Hands reach back to relics of nippled moons, extinct...
by McKenzie | Jan 30, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
CHIONOPHOBIA —Fear of Snow Fluttering ash dissolves on your brother’s tongue. He thinks of you building a fort from snow before you knew what...
by McKenzie | Jan 28, 2016 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
THE SPIRIT SAYS, YOU ARE NOTHING: Because you haven’t praised anything in months, You walk down to the river and study one ripple Above a dead tree Until it is almost dark enough For the moon to whiten it, But it does not, And so you put your hand out,...
