by McKenzie | Nov 7, 2015 | Poetry Collections, Reviews
Sometimes I find myself thinking so much about what poetry is or what it can do that I forget to think about how it can make me feel. Perhaps that is the sign of a lesser poetry, a poetry with holes in it: one that goes through the motions, the mechanics, of...
by McKenzie | Nov 3, 2015 | Reading
STORM DIALOGUE Storms turn on their stomachs and gain on us. Cloud decks smoke the windows. Beating cold. Rain comes in shifts and pisses. Moving west is the gesture; the skies shave the city gray. The eastern sky is filled hammocks, storms twin up like...
