Category Archives: John MacKenzie

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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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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The Lindens are in Flower

On these nights in July When you must be elsewhere The bedroom still grows warm And I open the window to breathe. Outside, the lindens are in flower. When I close my eyes, Their scent seeps into the sheets And … Continue reading

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The Stars Turn in Silence

Most nights when you are not here I open my window and listen To how the wind moves in the trees Like your breath quick in my ears. No wind tonight since sunset. The stars, Restless as always, turn in … Continue reading

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The Feet of Blue Herons

If you happen to live in another town, Or country, or even galaxy As dim and distant in time as in space From these words, this language, the narrow Range of pitch across its plosive phonemes, Do not worry if … Continue reading

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