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This Way and That
I’m not here to tell you just how the days must flow. They will flow as they will, as water down any grade; Not because it seeks a slope but because one is there. And the stream is dark in … Continue reading
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
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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
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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
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In the Spring Ditches
And now springtime comes Casting its green illusions As the south wind gasps The pussy willows waver In damn ditches already
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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
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While the Wind Tangles Your Hair
I want to sit with you in the shade While the wind tangles your hair Listening to you talk of things that exist Listening to you talk about the spectrum The spectrum on which things are portrayed The arbitrary nature … Continue reading
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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
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How often in March Counting the lengthening thaws Between ice and snow Do you listen for wild geese Straining against the moon’s weight?
Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, John MacKenzie, John MacKenzie Poetry, Language, Micropoetry, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Spring, Tanka, The Moon, The Sky, Time, Tropes, Wild Geese, Wild Geese in Spring
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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
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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
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In Paris. The Portraits
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
Posted in Art is lies, Art is theft, Cliches, Commissions, Creativity, John MacKenzie, Mythology, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Process, Summer, The Moon, The Sea, The Wind, Tide, Time, Venus
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Let Great Wings Descend
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
Posted in Astrophysics, Blue Heron, Cosmology, Epistemology, John MacKenzie, Language, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, The Moon, The Sea, The Sky, Tide, Time
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The Moon Turns Over and Over
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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Restless Particles (a Hallowe’en sestina variation)
Near the bottom of the street a crow’s nest rests high in a linden. A loose stick tap- tap-taps in the wind that oboes its moan through October evening eaves. That wind wept rain all day into the nest and … Continue reading
Posted in Art is lies, Autumn, Crows, Death, Epistemology, John MacKenzie, Lindens, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sestina, The Rain, The Wind, Time, Tropes
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Now as the Larches
Even the asters let their petals fade and fall, succumbing to frost now as the larches ignite the thin flames of their needles.
Posted in Asters, Autumn, John MacKenzie, Larches, Micropoetry, New poems, Poetry, Tanka, Time
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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
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So Long
Today the gulls have come down out of the north wind and sit restlessly on the water in the lee of the city. Are you listening to them, their sea of melancholy voices as monotonous as the waves? Why does … Continue reading
Posted in Art is lies, Charlottetown, Gulls, Harbour, John MacKenzie, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Sonnet, The Sea, The Sky, The Wind, Time, Winter
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Connaught Square
Who mourns these elms, diseased, inconsolate, their long, undulant limbs dropping leaves earlier each year, small disasters splitting the rough bark of lesser branches, peeling it away from the tips down, little by little, while the wood begins to silver … Continue reading
Posted in Art is lies, Autumn, Charlottetown, Dutch elm disease, Elms, John MacKenzie, Language, New poems, Poem tweets, Poetry, Social Commentary, Sonnet, Spring, The Rain, The Wind, Time, Winter
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Against Hope
I look at the apple tree in spring And see how the blossoms fade and fall. I look again in summer and see How the fruit of its early promise Now bend thin branches under their weight. And in autumn … Continue reading →