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Posted on Friday, March 4th, 2016 11:39 am by John MacKenzie

How often in March Counting the lengthening thaws Between ice and snow Do you listen for wild geese Straining against the moon’s weight?

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The Face of Allah

Posted on Thursday, March 26th, 2015 11:49 am by John MacKenzie

I could not find the face of Allah In the debris of mountain slides, In blue fragments of mosaics, In the desolation of stars fallen behind The ground-down blade of the moon. I heard rumours he spoke in many voices … Continue reading →

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The Moon Turns Over and Over—As a Song

Posted on Wednesday, March 18th, 2015 11:24 am by John MacKenzie

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 →

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The Full Moon Tonight

Posted on Friday, March 6th, 2015 11:44 am by John MacKenzie

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

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In Paris. The Portraits

Posted on Tuesday, February 17th, 2015 12:18 pm by John MacKenzie

I actually took a commission yesterday to write a poem for the birthday of a friend of a friend. It was a fun and interesting exercise. I worked mostly from a list sent to me of associations and interests of … Continue reading →

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Let Great Wings Descend

Posted on Sunday, October 26th, 2014 10:06 am by John MacKenzie

Morning and evening clocks constrict the day. If time must be measured measure it by when The blue heron’s shadow darkens the bay. Do not appoint an hour in which to play At work or work at love, sleep or … Continue reading →

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The Moon Turns Over and Over

Posted on Saturday, October 25th, 2014 12:28 pm by John MacKenzie

I’m gone out walking in moonlight With yesterday’s dew in a flask To count all the stars above me. They’re the questions I’ve never asked. The moon turns over and over, It’s a coin I’ve tossed in the sky. But … Continue reading →

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Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening

Posted on Saturday, September 6th, 2014 11:39 am by John MacKenzie

  Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening Maybe you’ve seen him by the harbour in the south wind, listening, trying to hear over waves the distant fugue whale pods still continually compose off Chile in groans of carbon compressing … Continue reading →

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

Posted on Tuesday, August 5th, 2014 4:53 pm by John MacKenzie

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 →

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Vanishing Point (Little Sands, PEI)

Posted on Sunday, July 27th, 2014 11:14 am by John MacKenzie

I was sent a fine, short, dark image the other day about stillness in Little Sands. It precipitated this poem since I have felt at the water that sort of stillness that seems both complete and empty at once. I think it … Continue reading →

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Behind the Dance of Moon

Posted on Thursday, July 24th, 2014 11:39 am by John MacKenzie

Maybe tonight you will hear how the stars whisper behind the dance of moon tangling seaweed

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Another Night Done

Posted on Sunday, July 13th, 2014 11:06 am by John MacKenzie

Weaving home through crowds— another night done in this bagsticker July below clouds like torn, piss-stained sheets under the turnt up moon

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Where Prime Ministers and Other Pricks

Posted on Wednesday, July 9th, 2014 11:31 am by John MacKenzie

I am, it turns out, a misanthrope, And, though I don’t wish you all a rope Around the neck with a lovely knot Tucked behind the ear, I’ve often thought A scaffold—black with ravens and crows, Where a white dancer … Continue reading →

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After a Hurricane

Posted on Sunday, July 6th, 2014 6:22 pm by John MacKenzie

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 →

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Between the Lines

Posted on Tuesday, June 3rd, 2014 9:01 pm by John MacKenzie

The crows are constant scrawls There above fields of dandelions Pushing up, yellow, indecipherable, Swaying in the wind of starlings’ wings. Sometimes at evening a raven calls At the edge of the bonefield sky Eroding till the first quarter of … Continue reading →

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Wednesday Morning in Spring

Posted on Thursday, May 22nd, 2014 11:39 am by John MacKenzie

At dawn (under the precise compass arc of the last half-round of moon, blackbirds and chickadees gather in a flutter of thin dark wings on the lagging lindens’ bare black branches of May to sing slight variations on their old songs … Continue reading →

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Mid-May Quatrain

Posted on Thursday, May 15th, 2014 4:21 pm by John MacKenzie

Under the swelling moon last night the tips of magnolia petals flushed. Now the willow’s first green threads lengthen, tangled in the spring wind.

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May Afternoon

Posted on Sunday, May 11th, 2014 11:56 am by John MacKenzie

Magnolia buds creaking open to wide white blossom. Gulls over the harbour, shrill under the silent moon.

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Voyeur Moon

Posted on Thursday, April 17th, 2014 11:06 am by John MacKenzie

Flat, round, the April moon presses into the sky— cold, white nose against dark glass in the night

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Midnight Finds Me Digging (a country tanka noir for Michael Leon)

Posted on Friday, March 7th, 2014 11:39 am by John MacKenzie

Midnight Finds Me Digging (a country tanka noir for Michael Leon) What I plant tonight blossomed in red sprays today, the scent thin and sharp— waves of it in my nostrils, salt and copper as the sea We left the … Continue reading →

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