by McKenzie | Nov 24, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
This is how it happens—he lifts the dress above your head and brings it down around your hands. You become a peacock, all feathers, all lace. You breathe deep, shrinking your frame as he fastens the eye-hook, zips up the dress. Then, the...
by McKenzie | Nov 23, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
The body is pregnant with limbs and dismemberment—they tremble...
by McKenzie | Nov 18, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Humans are a series of feathers left inside-out. You are out in the rain, pacing from one eve to another, looking up at the splintered gutters, left cracked from last year’s Michigan winter. At the door, you take the world inside—one footprint from the...
by McKenzie | Nov 17, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Before you know it, the earth takes on an extra layer of skin. The wind is whipping, whistling, and when you look outside, you realize this is how everything communicates: We speak. We destroy. And then it’s over. The world may have a few more years—and...
by McKenzie | Nov 17, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
It’s this simple: the first relationship is nothing but a series of elephant bones— the dust and chalk that stumbles through the mouth. The body is fragile, indiscriminate, pining for what is lost in a field, or has never been given. You spend your time...
