Monthly Archives: July 2017

Looking Towards the Gulf at Evening

Posted on Sunday, July 30th, 2017 6:58 pm by John MacKenzie

The wind is from the northeast this early Evening and not as sharp as it often is, Having worn out for now its cold Chisels of water and sand sculpting All day, as it has every day For millennia, the … Continue reading →

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The Lindens are in Flower

Posted on Sunday, July 23rd, 2017 11:39 am by John MacKenzie

On these nights in July When you must be elsewhere The bedroom still grows warm And I open the window to breathe. Outside, the lindens are in flower. When I close my eyes, Their scent seeps into the sheets And … Continue reading →

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The Stars Turn in Silence

Posted on Thursday, July 20th, 2017 11:39 am by John MacKenzie

Most nights when you are not here I open my window and listen To how the wind moves in the trees Like your breath quick in my ears. No wind tonight since sunset. The stars, Restless as always, turn in … Continue reading →

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Posted on Monday, July 10th, 2017 7:53 pm by John MacKenzie

Two Tankas in July The dunes open here A river’s expectant mouth Warm tongue unfurling Into the heat of the day Fresh water frenches the sea —- Full moon sinking slow Over the west river’s marsh Light leaking softly To … Continue reading →

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The Feet of Blue Herons

Posted on Thursday, July 6th, 2017 10:39 am by John MacKenzie

If you happen to live in another town, Or country, or even galaxy As dim and distant in time as in space From these words, this language, the narrow Range of pitch across its plosive phonemes, Do not worry if … Continue reading →

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