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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The Number of Creation
Encircling the yard are seven geese, seven being the number of creation. Or so they say. As they eat the grass to the nub, I
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
Learning Regret
Envisage yourself anew, then cleave to her like a kitten to milk. Can your therapist bring you nearer than this? In five years time, I’ll watch as you
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
May 8th, Her Birthday. Runner-Up in In Eclipse Challenge.
Endings aren’t sad. So I tell myself to love closed doors, locked windows, and stopped clocks like I crave your embrace in still midwinter.
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
Repentance or Salvation
Exposed to a relentless cosmos, my skin recognizes defeat, content to char and crumble off bleached-blue bone that is wet like mirage. Lovely, I am not what you wanted.
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
Coward, Unforgiving
Each time I dream of you, I wonder at God. Conjuring it now, I can’t say I’m withered in California soil, more listing toward it, thirsty, admiring your steadfast faith.
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
Heartbreak as Eclipse
Entreat the star for darkness, please (oh please); I am craving candlelight but everyone wants the sun and its warmth. Leave it off. This migraine is the weight of a million lightyears
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
The Body Wanes. Top Story - April 2024.
Even now, I think about your vulnerable waxing, clinging to us with a bold strobe-light, spotlight, nestling your tragedies
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets
Gentle Parenting. Top Story - April 2024.
It’s insignificant for a thirteen year old to walk to the bus stop alone. When Sarah asked, she was all of nine, and mama said no. What if she was kidnapped?
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Fiction
Subterranean Purples
Riley knew what it took. As the cave grew narrower, she could feel herself getting closer to something primordial. The corridor started to soften, ever so slightly. It grabbed at her. Something in the air reminded her of deep slumber and the center of Earth.
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Fiction
The Forest for the Trees
They’ll never understand us symbiotes. I watched them cut us down time and time again, step mercilessly on our partners and curl their lips when their bodies broke like fish filets.
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Fiction
An Update and a Pivot
BOO! I’m back, baby! Although I’ve been commenting a little the past week or so, I haven’t posted or done much reading. So here’s a little update.
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Writers
Solace
I drove down our road yesterday, the one that sounds like sherbet but looks like autumn, and remembered reading you while I went. I think you love
By Mackenzie Davis2 years ago in Poets