Author Archives: John MacKenzie

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.

Peach Omelette

I’m writing this with my just-cleared plate between me and the keyboard. Because it was that good right after I invented it. It will be even better when I have fresh peaches and heavy cream available rather than the canned … Continue reading

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What Bird Unseen

I wake sometimes in the morning wondering If age has quietly in the night erased Another thing I once knew existed. All day then I remain unsure if my gaze Rests on anything I’ve seen before or if I’ve only … Continue reading

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A Speculated April Sky

Above Blue April days These crows thicken the sky. The last thoughts of winter cluster And cleave. Above Blue April days These crows thicken the sky. Last thoughts of winter cluster And cleave.

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Throwing Stones Into Still Water

You do not know before it happens When the day will grow so silent You can hear the slow creak of expansion As your pores stretch and beads of sweat Swell through to gleam upon your skin. You walk alone … Continue reading

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North Wind In Mid-March

I can smell it already on this wind Scraping still at trees it spent all winter Wearing thin—it carries from the distant Dust and gas-filled gaps between the stars The inky, rum-sweet scent of magnolia We will stagger home reeking … Continue reading

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February Moon Over Iowa

I hunker down long after dark And stare out over the sea. It’s—what? two hours earlier In Iowa?—a long way from The winter-faint scent of salt We once carried through the night. The moon there is still moving Through its … Continue reading

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The Whale in B minor

The sea only exists because His long song sang it swollen Full from the ice of comets Melted on warm and restless stone. All the sea is tenuous, blue, Tasting of salt and rock and dust. I don’t know if … Continue reading

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