Crashing Down Nineteenth is the second poetry and prose collection book from Chris McKinnon in 2007 published through Scars Publications. On this page you can see a select few poems from this book, and for a full version of the book, you can order a copy of this eclectic writing collection.
paperback book:
|
Ann as a mermaid in a hot tubFor beloved ann and sally my sisters
Ann as a mermaid in a hot tub
Finish this in fins
Finest love of sea
|
Apple wood you beApple wood you be
mine heart hath in its dismay
That lust token you away..
|
A very woman very woodsmanA very woman very woodsmanTurning on echo corner Flying down the Trail a very woman Very much behind you Body by fisher For Tom Nicholas
|
Barbie and meWhen I was growing up, my best friend Lisa Petrides asked me in fifth grade how people had babies. Being the authority I was at Williamston Elementary School, where my principal, Miss Keen had also been my dads first grade teacher, I knew the answer. You know, if you wish hard enough, are married and kiss each other, you will have one. There. She was satisfied. We went back, our skinny little nine-year-old selves, to the playground, galloping with about fifteen girls, playing horses, being herded by some boy who got rooked into being herd master. When I was thirteen I came across a word in the newspaper that I didnt know and asked my sister Carol what it as. The word, raped, made no sense to someone like me who read encyclopedias and dictionaries for fun. She explained what it as, and I was shocked and upset. This was not a good way to learn about sex. After, I could hear my parents through the furnace at night in my bedroom of our huge old brick house, and my mother called my father darling. I wished I hadnt heard that. They rarely even kissed in public. My mother hated the word sexy, and we couldnt even say it if we read it in a magazine. It was the 70s, she had three teenage girls, and she was a strict English woman. If we looked at boys out the car window, we would get teased or accused of being boy crazy. That was the worst; how can you not look at people out a window without feeling guilty after that? We were just girls. Ironically, she let me go to a dance at Brook Hollow Country Club in Williamston when I was 12 or 13, where I met my first boyfriend, Roland Abendroth from Haslett. He kissed me at the dance and later asked me to go steady on the phone. We went steady for one whole week without seeing each other again. My mom let me go to a street dance in Williamston the summer I was fourteen. They were early events, and I met my next boyfriend, Bob Allen later a Vice President at a College in Ohio, who at the time was 16, had graduated high school and was a musician at one of those dances. I got to watch him play at dances at the tennis courts and practice at his friend Eddie Farhats, the Shieks sons, house. I couldnt go on car dates with him at first.
Our clothes soon began to metamorphize into that dreaded word- sexy.
|
Birds in overgrown under paths in twoBirds in overgrown under paths in twowoods twist through vines with lucid chirps field glasses tear my eyes from their staid lift me through the pines slide my vision over bark bumping down I find your lot in the middle of my woods Your iron wood taken from my forest sits in your office a whole pile Conjoins behind my house
|
Coquette a vinPlaced cruellyArms uplifted Tree limbs sway In kind
Yore heart
Trunk
Baby by mummy Aqua
|
Crashing down nineteenthCrashing down nineteenth a single pink
A flower in a nightmare I fall out of my bunk at 5 6 7 8 I am forever to the max
My mother
Feeds me bread and milk
Don I go again
Here no Drama unfolds…….
Crashing face down
My head unfolds in peacock feathers
Disappears down a hole With me face glown
Hidden in a hole
My love Flow before me
Like Prometheus unchained
|
Dark Side of the SunFor mrc cindy sally cheryll
People dream yellow blossom
Inter is here today
|
Fireflies like diamondsFireflies like diamondsFlash in the backyard Glittering in succession Trim the lamp and blow them out They flit within your vision
|
Jerkin deed in Birkenstocks |
One dog to the windowBaby stumbles over meFast to find Wait she can see
A new dog
All eyes
|
Pismo BeachPismo Beach wSteph and Jim cold pier, Chelis, fish reflection on Stephs 3 year old daughter /jamming cats into matchbox spaces/ 2Los Olivos A garden of robots/ metallic statues that live like Sedona& Tapoci Loci Robotic surprise/ Alien bolts/ Bucket of bolts Creatures stand in Pose/ for garden Pictures/their own Garden party, Without tea/ Nostril Dames/ 3 seals surface and exist in a gallery wth stony rocks/ a face/ an animal entrapped or let out by the painter/ a small owl with green eyes, an otter folds his paws upon his belly/ A house with legs Like baba Shebad Hangs before a Street/with glass Enamel on metal Shining Prices modeled 9entrapped0/A doggy Café allows dogs To take their owners To lunch under Umbrellas as civilized pals. Salads and wild breads show good breeding with goats cheese Sundried tomatoes/greens/ The ocean escapes Us as we drive away Bouncing to Solvang thru Danish Daze/ A street fair and fronted village/ Melting with best frosting We climb to a falls Navaho/ empty/empty/green moss tumbles down a rocked front/ holding faster than water Logs jumble together/ Rocks pile on Boulders/ cacophony of stone/ A cradle of logs, boulders, rocks, shakes reinvented like Lincoln logs/ Or pick up sticks Below a waterless Show, A pond forms Like Ching Pond on Hanna Highway/ you Can wade/the/ crystalline of a thousand cataracts is not here At Mitshus Driving to an artists study. We Learn about cats, We tightwalk Planks running pasdt Beware of artists Dogs because only Cats hit canvas/ A Playful universe Unfolds delicately Since we learn The plumber will not Be back for 3 weeks/ Because of a bad back/A/woman Hangs with a Nokia, Braids, open smile, All Japanese symbols About her, coffee below Her/ served in empty Photo plastic tubes Ginger cookies, lemon Filling, fit for a Fancy tea. Green Tea,tchai tea/ Mitshu offers us A tour of laughing cats A Miro Cat Gives Birth to a Constellation and Picasso Cat Reclines Ina chair/ Prints, Cats/, Play/ Mishu / Wears a playful Tie, a silver puppet A native icon, a tangling hiero- Petroglyph/dances From his shirt
|
White CeliseSmooth as wine Michigan brewing pubSling my heel over your soft arm My bubbly going down soft Carafe of wool sugar beer from Belgium orange peels Float through your hair Eclipse of beer In you
|