Monthly Archives: October 2014

Quality of Life Unconscious Addition by Subtraction

Posted on Monday, October 27th, 2014 5:06 pm by John MacKenzie

I stopped at a corner store for bread and eggs this afternoon and, as usual, the radio there was tuned to the local classic rock station. As I was leaving, I realised that there are some things that could be … 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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This Week in the House

Posted on Friday, October 24th, 2014 3:34 pm by John MacKenzie

Originally posted on tankawanka:
This week the powerful, The ones used to training weapons On unknown others, Had a gun turned on them. In a panic they barricaded the doors, Furiously tapped and tweeted And dialed their cellphones, Then fashioned…

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Face the Table and Bend a Little Bit (a prostate exam villanelle)

Posted on Thursday, October 23rd, 2014 3:58 pm by John MacKenzie

The moving finger probes up where we shit. Listen: the doctor stretches, snaps his glove. Face the table and bend a little bit. Age can make all of our asses forfeit Their health to cancer’s greed. So we’ll speak of … Continue reading →

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Restless Particles (revised Halloween sestina variation)

Posted on Thursday, October 23rd, 2014 1:22 pm by John MacKenzie

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 →

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Restless Particles (a Hallowe’en sestina variation)

Posted on Sunday, October 19th, 2014 3:42 pm by John MacKenzie

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 →

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Now as the Larches

Posted on Wednesday, October 15th, 2014 2:36 pm by John MacKenzie

Even the asters let their petals fade and fall, succumbing to frost now as the larches ignite the thin flames of their needles.

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Pissing Contest

Posted on Monday, October 6th, 2014 3:29 pm by John MacKenzie

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 →

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