by McKenzie | Nov 5, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
EDGES Edges of the field, the blue flowers, the reddish wash of the grasses, the cut green path up to the garden plot overgrown with seedlings and weeds— green first of all, but light, the cut of the sunlight edges each shift of the vivid...
by McKenzie | Nov 2, 2015 | Poem of the Day Series, Reading
If the horse was white and the green hill opened out an animal the lamp of any landscape where the angle of incident light is an index...
