I’m delighted to have a third poem published in the Edge of Humanity online magazine.
https://edgeofhumanity.com/2026/01/14/living-in-limbo/

I’m delighted to have a third poem published in the Edge of Humanity online magazine.
https://edgeofhumanity.com/2026/01/14/living-in-limbo/

I’m really delighted that one of my poems, called The Hat, has been published on Edge of Humanity online magazine.
Please follow the link:
https://edgeofhumanity.com/2025/10/30/the-hat/

On Saturday, I went to the Hello Again Show at Royal Concert Hall, Nottingham. This is the story of Neil Diamond through his songs. Neil Diamond was a great favourite of my mum. She had all his CDs and once, when her house was broken into, was more distraught that they’d stamped on, and broken, one of the CD cases than anything that may have been stolen. We played Hello Again at her funeral in 2017. This poem is about how a song can touch us and bring back memories, happy or sad.
Hello again tears start to fall,
cascade to music’s rhythm,
slideshow casts a shadow,
reaches pain of loss
and all the days, the months
years now fall together,
implode to a single song,
hello, again, hello.
© Liz MacKenzie
The photo is my mum, taken in 2016

Ghostly they dance the night sky
screech their moonlit song
scour a city for overfed waste as
tides turn for another million years
©️ Liz Mackenzie

Today, at my creative writing group, we did a short writing exercise whereby the person next to you gave you a word (any word) and you had to write no more than 50 words, starting with “I love you” and incorporating the given word. All a bit valentine’s day, thought I; I don’t ‘do’ valentines day but, ever game for a writing challenge, here is my offering with thanks to Elizabeth for a lovely word.
Front Runner
I love you snowdrop, you peek out when
all is grey and Christmas is over.
You’re a front runner
the prelude to Spring
You don’t announce your arrival with
a fanfare, just shyly say, “hi”.
You are my hope
my dare to dream defender
I love you snowdrop
© Liz Mackenzie

Photograph taken at Hodsock Priory Snowdrop Walk on 17 February 2019

I have left behind the
spring in my step
clambering over rocks
the triumph of hilltops
I have left behind questions
not worth an answer
niggles and annoyances
and petty people
I have left behind memories
that don’t belong in today
and clutter my brain
like too many papers
I have left behind vanity
that made me mind
what people thought
become more me
© Liz Mackenzie
A tongue in cheek poem for Boxing Day.
Bubble squeaking with pigs in blankets
Over- indulgence leaving some
Xanthic (or yellowish if you will)
Invite friends for silly games
Nod off during yet more Christmas films
Go for a walk, brisk and bright
Doze again to TV repeats
And smile at yesterday’s snapshots
Yule, Christmas, Noel and New Year beckons…
©️ Liz Mackenzie