Mackenzie Davis
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“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Musical Songs, Musical Dances
I’m back! (Too soon? Not soon enough?) I had a bit of an inspiration while working on a different playlist article and thought, “hey, that’s a bit more fun.” I thought, why not focus on a particular genre? Specifically, I thought, why not try musicals?
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Beat
What? Another Playlist Prompt?!
In this, my third call for songs for a community playlist, I am appealing to your sense of beauty. I've named the playlist “The Most Beautiful” because I want the song you pick to be, in your opinion, the most stunning that you’ve ever heard.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Beat
Community Creator Chat 11/5/24
For the first installment of this series, see here. Greetings, all! The last month has flown by. I can’t believe I’m doing another one of these chats and it’s going to line up at a four week gap! Seriously, where did the month go?
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Writers
Community Creator Chat 10/9/24
As of posting this, it’s been five months since the last Vocal Creator Chat. So… I doubt I’m the only one who has missed its regularity. Regardless of that regularity changing over time, it had become expected. Even predictable, to some extent. Now, it seems to have plateaued or paused or perhaps memory-holed…
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Writers
Broch
Broch: luminous ring around the moon. Backstory: I remember being a small girl and staring at the slightly illuminated dark part of an incomplete moon. I was fascinated, didn’t understand how it could be. It's still my favorite part of pedestrian moon-sighting, if visible.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
Cradle is the Waves
After the albatross crashed into the boat, Julia fell into the river with a soft plip, having lost so much weight in memories. Above her, the sky was aglow with a hundred million golden stars, strands of which reached down to net a walking path below her feet. She giggled, breathless. A comforting canopy of sailboat bottoms passed shadows onto the riverbed. To her, it was like a covered boardwalk.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
Capturing the Wind
Now let me address the title, for of course we cannot catch the wind. (Nor can we find its name, though we can try.) However, the attempt was made, and it was made with the utmost care and energy. So, for all intents and purposes, we captured the wind. And I find the result mesmerizing.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Beat
