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.

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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The North Wind Offered All

Awake all night again he stood And stared up at the sky. The north wind offered all its good In a crow’s faint harsh cry. His mind was filled with sticks of wood And nine ways to tell a lie … Continue reading

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An Unfurling Petal in May

Oneness only exists from a distance, A figment of the calculus of photons Destablizing the angular Momentum in rods and cones of our eyes. This doesn’t mean you must, nor even can, Trust the photographer’s intimate Portrait of a bright … Continue reading

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