by McKenzie | Jul 11, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
It was on a night like this when I stopped trying to find you. Your body disappeared, and I was left in a sea of white linen and feather-down— the area around the bed and the main hallway like a thousand corridors. Antelope filled these halls, their eyes turning...
by McKenzie | Jun 2, 2012 | Reading
I was reading the poetry collection, You, by Frank Stanford today and really liked this poem. I hope you enjoy it. WEARINESS OF MEN My grandmother said when she was young The grass was so wild and high You couldn’t see a man on horseback. In the fields she made...
by McKenzie | Apr 23, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
You often says things in which I can say little in return—my growing deficiency—and the sky turns yellow. We lay a blanket in a field in the middle of nowhere and return to find it covered in earth that cannot grow. We lie in this space and stare into a sky filled...
by McKenzie | Apr 22, 2012 | Blog, Literary Scene
Tonight, Jim Daniels appeared at the IU South Bend English Department Student Writing Awards and performed a reading. Unfortunately for me, I was unable to attend the reading. Call it an example of how a writer must lead a double-life, split between the artistic edge...
by McKenzie | Apr 20, 2012 | Blog, My Poems
In this dream, I have lost you, and suddenly my heart has turned and I am dreaming about a man who has died. In his fury, he cut open his hands. I become the girl who can see him, can see the blood and the way it looks like a family of birds, red crows, with eyes that...
