by McKenzie | Aug 17, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
I go out into the world, looking for strawberries like the ones from my mother’s garden. They were small and firm, sweet but bitter, dirt caught in the leaves and deeper pits. We plucked them fresh from their stems and ate them before cleaning them, the dirt...
by McKenzie | Aug 16, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
Yesterday, I spent the day sleeping away my life. It was peaceful, the blankets all clustered near the back porch door, and all the doors and windows on the first floor were left wide open. The sounds of wind and wind chimes, birds calling, the scent of trees,...
by McKenzie | Aug 16, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
I want to get back into drawing, the pencil in my hand, the thick charcoal under my nails. I keep collecting spare pieces of paper, of cardboard, in the hope that something might happen. A horse, gray and white shadows, it appears—the long mane draped...
by McKenzie | Aug 15, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
You should know by now that we can’t go back. Not like this. Not back through the electric fence or past the sheep, dehydrated and teeming. Past the mailboxes and songs. Our bodies are like their bodies now, stormed over and pale with all this sunlight and...
by McKenzie | Aug 14, 2014 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges
A promise of something small—and the skin warms. August 13, 2014, MLT