Mackenzie Davis

Joined August 2022

180 stories

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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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And Vanth Beside
“Excuse me,” said Un to a swirling mass of a heartbeat. “Who and what are you?” It moved to face him. “Oh my God,” it said. “Are you an avatar of my unconscious?”
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
Klabautermann. Top Story - August 2024.
They were taking the ferry to the island. Icy water, black. Johnny and Owen hated it. Before boarding, they’d stood watching men drop weights from the tops of the traffic bridge to get the snow off. Yellow construction suits, harnessed, and up six stories or more, the men looked tiny.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
Watercolor
Before the journey’s start, Julia gathered those items most necessary for her survival: a waterproof Crayola chalk set, some barrettes, a tatty pink bathrobe, and a plushie dog. This was typical of every other day she spent on land and nothing could stop it from continuing on the water.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Wind" Playlist Prompt
After the fun of my first playlist prompt, I've been wanting to do another. And since I've had a particular song stuck in my head for days now, I figured I'd just lean into it.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Beat
He Was.
Green leaf on fresh snow She sleeps with his sweater vest Night of still, cold air. Tears are icicles
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
At the Place of Perpetual Dusk. Top Story - August 2024.
A young woman stood at the edge, too far up to see the ground. She was where the trees of the earth grew no more and clouds moved out of an old god’s lungs. Her eyes shrank to see the posture of the god’s blurred face, pushed up to the heavens to such a degree that she could not make godly nose from godly eye.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Fiction
Smear
Tides can come and go For they belong to the moon But what’s your excuse? My suspense breaks slow Waves in a painting of storms.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
Falling, Soundless
My lover’s warm lips, Sunshine breaks through heavy clouds, Piercing winter’s grasp. Cliff-face echoes hush,
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
Dark Crossings
I have no song of you, no movie to cry to. Our severing, short like a creek bridge, filled a bed and watered algae green,
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
One
My “us” had grown from a pinprick: soft, rippling, delicate. Yours held edges that kept me like time, hard as fences, steady
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
Cold Fire
My mother watched me cry, sob, howl. She seemed relieved, beneath sympathy. Inside, it was paper heart blazing, pittering out,
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Poets
TAG! Photo Game
If you’ve been following my Ekphrastic Two challenge, you may remember hints of a second challenge-thingy. During photo submissions for the former, I created a separate folder for a non-committal photo-prompt-thing, open to anyone. Only a handful of you added photos there, but I’ve added 5 more from the ekphrastic challenge. (Think we’re up to 21 at the time of publication.) Then later, I described the general premise of this challenge as being like a game, where creators can tag their writer friends to write for a particular photograph, thereby creating a chain.
By Mackenzie Davisabout a year ago in Writers