Category Archives: Lilacs

Ocean Sounds in the Distance

You’ll find, if you sit under lilacs And watch the people pass by, The wind will bring you their murmurs As sibilant and seemingly sensical As the ocean sounds in the distance Responding to gravity’s mumbled Recitations of the numbers … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Astrophysics, Biology, Charlottetown, Cosmology, Epistemology, Evolution, Gravity, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Lilacs, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Science, The Brain, The Earth, The Sea, The Wind, Tide, Time | Leave a comment

Lilacs Convulsed the Sea

Hello again, it’s been a while Since we walked that lonely mile Together to an empty beach Full of silences we couldn’t breach. The moon brimmed full—all promises Of love and lingering kisses And quiet mornings with words unsaid That … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Astrophysics, Cliches, Cosmology, Country song, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Lilacs, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Quatrains, Sea songs, Spring, The Brain, The Earth, The Moon, The Sea, The Sky, Tide, Time | Leave a comment

Looking for Lilacs

June 5—butter stays Hard on the table— I’d go looking for lilacs— If I could find my long johns

Posted in Climate Change, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Lilacs, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Science, Tanka, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Another Year in the Minors

April Between pitches, the left fielder counts the green threading slow through last year’s yellow grass May Behind him the lilacs shiver at his passage, scent each throw back to the infield with desire June Scuffing his toes at the … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Autumn, Baseball, Cosmology, Gravity, John MacKenzie, Language, Lilacs, Mathematics, Memory, Minor league baseball, New poems, Physics, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sabermetrics, Space, Spring, Summer, The Sky | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

What The Mendoza Line Teaches (Eliot Never Knew)

Ain’t the lilacs make April cruel—it’s the six goddamn months it breeds of mishit balls,* stinging palms, runners sliding into outs *The Mendoza line.

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Baseball, John MacKenzie, Lilacs, Micropoetry, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, T. S. Eliot, Tanka | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Rattle On, Thin Lilacs, Rattle On

Dry-brown and brittle in September, the lilacs’ seedpods rattle on thin branches that in June winds shook scent from heavy censers

Posted in Autumn, John MacKenzie, Lilacs, Micropoetry, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Tanka | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Syllabus

After Saturday’s poem, Nothing Subtle, someone wished for a poet at their fingertips. I say be careful what you wish for. Syllabus The poet at your fingertips was once a garter snake wrapped tail in mouth around a thigh before … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Autumn, Consciousness, Creativity, Crows, Epistemology, Gulls, Harbour, Hillsborough River, John MacKenzie, Language, Lilacs, Magnolias, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetics, Poetry, Red-winged blackbird, Spring, Summer, The Moon, The Sea, The Wind, Time, Wild roses, Winter | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment