Mackenzie Davis
Bio
“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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Stories (117/0)
Sarah's Mother
Content warning: The following story contains a detailed description of a corpse. The worm inside my brain is tidal to a certain moon. No sun to fry it, no day to drown the night’s creature. Was there ever a ‘day’ and ‘night?’ My waking dreams have abandoned me to a purposeless clock, an infinite dark.
By Mackenzie Davis11 months ago in Fiction
Chronicling Consciousness From the Bottom of Green Mountain
I sit on a white bench wondering could I see this mountain if the grass didn’t move? Without motion, I am blind (I ask why of movement and receive stillness in reply, perceiving my voice to hold no echo.)
By Mackenzie Davis12 months ago in Poets