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.

When Frost Settles

I was born in the autumn And, though I hold no wishes Nor illusions of rebirth, I do like to wake early On these days when frost settles Heavy and white on the grass In the morning with the geese … Continue reading

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Charlie the Boxer Returns to Town (poems from old notebooks; April 23, 1990)

This road from the jail
makes better walking than driving; Continue reading

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Spin

Whenever light is dim, there is always The sound of crows confabulating. Mornings are different from evenings only By old accidents of spin direction. If all atoms were of reverse polarity, The soles of our shoes would still grow thinner. … Continue reading

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Someday

Someday the persistent illusion I suffer— that an I exists—will cease to exist.

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A Light Wind Whispering

The August marshes matted by blue herons Passing from slow channel to slow channel In daily pursuit of the tides’ swell and decline Are scrawled between fields and the sea Cattails are thin pencil strokes slanting now In a light … Continue reading

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The Sun and I Both

This morning the sun and I both
Rose reluctantly, clouds moving Continue reading

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Looking Towards the Gulf at Evening

The wind is from the northeast this early Evening and not as sharp as it often is, Having worn out for now its cold Chisels of water and sand sculpting All day, as it has every day For millennia, the … Continue reading

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