Category Archives: Memory

When A Southwest Wind Stirs Magnolia Petals

So. We never did walk together in A cool May’s sweet and inky scent Whispering from white blossoms And now under Iowa soil you have Neither voice nor thought. You have no Knowledge of how spring pulls all This colour … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Art is lies, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Magnolias, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sonnet, Spring, The Brain, The Wind | Leave a comment

All My Dead Gather

I know all my dead gather on these spring days Under the ground, unreasoning, Their restlessness a writhe of slow-waking worms Aerating the newly-thawed earth. All my dead gather under the crocuses, Twist among the magnolia’s roots; They make the … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Art is lies, Death, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sonnet, Spring, The Earth | Leave a comment

Walter, Down on Queen Street (on the Death of Harold Waite)

Hank is dead now as found his place Daily on the low step there A block below the liquor store, Cardboard cushioning his bony arse Against time and cold and the slow Tide of malnutrition that crept High enough to … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Art is lies, Charlottetown, Death, Desperation, Hunger, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Malnutrition, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Political Commentary, Poverty, Social Commentary, The Brain, Time | Leave a comment

The Ocean, Still

Can you see the ocean still At high tide? Do you remember The windless harbour poised to spill Over piers and pilings and fill Our ears with hollow timbres? Can you see the ocean still? See black-backed gulls wheel and … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Cliches, Gulls, Harbour, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Language, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Process, South Shore, The Sea, The Sky, Tide, Villanelle, Writing | Leave a comment

Consider That I Am Mistaken

I’m sure there is someone I almost remember Who may have once told me they’d never forget The blue of my eyes in mid-winter sunlight When the geese were long gone and the gulls alone Might be heard over the … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Consciousness, Gulls, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Lindens, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sonnet, The Sea, The Sky, The Wind, Wild Geese | Leave a comment

Snow In A Field At Night

I passed a painter all alone Walking in the night, her eyes filled With rods measuring remembered Skies and their uncertain hues Against wide wavefronts of blue Twisting particles and pieces torn From dying stars and galaxies Into figures like … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Astrophysics, Chemistry, Consciousness, Cosmology, Cryptomnesia, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Marie Fox, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, The Brain, The Sky | Leave a comment

Winter Solstice

I lay in bed not thinking until I thought of your breath rising slow Between me and the hill silhouetted Against the lemony western sky Towards the last thin peel of moon Curling away into the night. Below us, skin … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, John MacKenzie Poetry, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, The Moon, Winter | Leave a comment

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

Posted in Art, Art is lies, Blue Heron, Cattails, Crows, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Lindens, Marsh, Memory, Poem tweets, Poetry, The Marsh, The Rain, 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

As It Ever Was

As children and as teenagers It was brother Robert could take Everything apart. Was also The one able to put it all Back together. Or, if needed, Make something new and workable From the pieces. Head bent, molars Grinding slow, you … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Autobiographical, Cliches, Consciousness, Cryptomnesia, Epistemology, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sonnet, South Shore, The Brain, Time, Tropes | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Glasses and the Plates and the Silverware (poems from old notebooks [August? 1992])

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Memory, Poem tweets, Poems from old notebooks, Poetry, Scans of poems, Time | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

West Point, Once Upon a Time

An old brown dog of no particular breed Lay in the shade with his tongue hanging out. In a sprawl of poplar behind the barn A cat’s ears flattened, scolded by swallows. Late July, and the western capes crumbled In … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Autobiographical, Couplets, Cryptomnesia, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, South Shore, Summer, Tide, Time, West Point | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

When the Magnolia Stands in the Wind

When the sun comes up in the morning On some ragged green day in May The magnolia will open its blossoms, Plant its fragrance square in your way. You’ll stand there with your bare face hung out As you realize … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Biology, Chemistry, Death, Delusional thinking, Epistemology, Evolution, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Magnolias, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Quatrains, Science, Skepticism, Spring, Time | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Fieldstone Dislodged by A Plow

You’re tired and the world Tastes daily of death. Out here in the field The crows and gulls pry Into the furrows Crumbling behind you. You’re tired and the world Talks daily of death. Behind you the crows And gulls … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Death, Dutch elm disease, Elms, Hunger, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Poverty, The Brain, Time | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Moon Turns Over and Over—As a Song

Michael Leon occasionally puts to music my attempts at writing songlike things, as he’s done with this piece I wrote last fall (lyrics here). The simple (but perhaps overly busy) video portion must be blamed solely on me as I … Continue reading

Posted in Art is theft, Astronomy, Astrophysics, Collaboration, Cosmology, Country music, Country song, Emma Tibaldo, Gravity, Hank Williams, John MacKenzie, Memory, Michael Leon, Music, Poetry, Process, Science, Space, The Moon, The Sky, Time | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

The Full Moon Tonight

Last night on Facebook, an old friend posted a photo of the moon seen through cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms demand haiku. The Full Moon Tonight for Sue Hughson The full moon tonight— just one more brief, white blossom in the cherry tree

Posted in Art is theft, Cherry blossoms, Haiku, John MacKenzie, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Process, Spring, The Moon, Time | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Pissing Contest

At the edge of the cape late in August, with thoughts of autumn and school just starting to curl about their ankles—as the first thin, dark tendrils of the incoming tide begin to lash around the rocks below— two boys … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Autumn, John MacKenzie, Mathematics, Memory, Neuroscience, New poems, Physics, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sonnet, South Shore, The Brain, The Sea, The Sky, Tide, Time | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Why

Because this and that sperm and egg happened to be reasonably compatible, and the gestation period passed without major complications, and our conditions at birth allowed each of us to continue breathing. Because of random mishaps avoided or not through … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Consciousness, Creativity, Epistemology, Evolution, John MacKenzie, Language, Memory, Neuroscience, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetics, Poetry, Process, Science, The Brain, Writing | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Count Up the Things That’ll Always Be (The Entropy of Bitter Coffee, a country song)

It was long after midnight when I heard you knock ‘Cause you couldn’t get your goddamn key in the lock. I didn’t say nothing when I let you in But the coffee this morning’s as bitter as sin. Chorus We met … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Astrophysics, Cosmology, Country music, Country song, Crows, Gravity, John MacKenzie, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Social Commentary, The Moon, The Sky, Time | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

After a Hurricane

The tide green and full in the harbour, the contrary remaining winds stipple the taut swell like skin after a shiver. More rain and lightning in the forecast; the clouds still thick and dark in the west with a chance … Continue reading

Posted in Art is lies, Consciousness, Epistemology, Harbour, John MacKenzie, Memory, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sonnet, Summer, The Brain, The Moon, The Rain, The Sea, The Sky, The Wind | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment