BOB MACKENZIE

 

Kaleidosphere

 

Cool blue arctic icescapes

Career under blue sun light:

Man turn; World turn; Time turn:

Shake!

 

Sunshine sizzles sandscapes

Scorching orange fire and sky:

Man turn; World turn; Time turn:

Shake!

 

Where is he? The Watcher:

The glass he shakes is breaking -

Man turn; World turn; Time turn:

Shake!

 

Dorian

 

you broadcast bounty, believing

beauty belongs to you and will

forever, flawless, lineless, living

perfection, proof in person, yet

 

how brittle, broken, battered

voiced, video’d, violated

has that tape become in some

attic library of your mind

 

Beyond The Grave

 

dry beneath the fire

you taste colourful cats

beneath the flocked blanket

 

I see gravestones in the rain

awake and unsure

where the light comes from

 

Cold Above The Gods

 

above the vapours

heavy animals cavort

with rabid delusions

beyond the mist

 

lust will vanish

cold above the gods

comely sensations

beyond the grave

 

the evil will come

without fear

at a crossroads

waiting the next life

 

how many times

will the sailor

chase his dream

while the snow falls

 

Dandelion Sky

 

Dandelion Sky

wide windblown prairie grasses

western summer shines

 

BOB MACKENZIE

 

BOB MACKENZIE grew up near the foothills of the Rocky Mountains in rural Alberta with artist parents.  His father was a professional photographer and musician and his mother a photo technician, colourist, and painter.  By the age of five, he had his own camera and ever since has been shooting photographs and writing poems and stories.  Raised in this environment, young Bobby developed a natural affinity for photography and for the intricacies of language.  He now lives and writes in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. Bob’s writing has appeared in more than 400 journals across North America and as far away as Australia, Greece, India, and Italy. He has published nineteen volumes of poetry and prose-fiction and his work has appeared in numerous anthologies.  He's received numerous local and international awards for his writing as well as an Ontario Arts Council grant for literature, a Canada Council Grant for performance, and a Fellowship to attend the Summer Literary Seminars in Tbilisi, Georgia. For eighteen years Bob’s poetry was spoken and sung live with original music by the ensemble Poem de Terre, and the group released six albums.