Emily Mackin31st of MarchThere’s a bird fluttering on my window AC. This is the second day in a row. I doubt it’ll be here for the third. A storm is predicted…Apr 15, 2022Apr 15, 2022
Emily MackinRemainsIt’s peculiar, thinking about it all now. I don’t quite know how to articulate it. It’s as if all that emotion or thought was stuffed…Feb 17, 2022Feb 17, 2022
Emily MackinA Balcony of My OwnFor as long as I can remember, one of my simplest dreams has been to have my own balcony or porch. There is, of course, a stark difference…Feb 14, 2022Feb 14, 2022
Emily MackinThe ShoeboxThat’s what I affectionately call it. The shoebox. Nothing less, nothing more. It’s a place that people go to exist in a way that is so…Feb 5, 2022Feb 5, 2022
Emily MackinI’ve never, or haven’t yet, felt the gel of a particular form of writing as “my own.”Writing is an art itself, but it’s quiet and unassuming, depending how you position yourself in its shallow. And, of course, with any form…Jan 29, 2022Jan 29, 2022
Emily MackinThe First DiveDiving in the deep end takes some time to work up to. I remember summer days at the community pool, standing aside the diving board…Jan 23, 2022Jan 23, 2022
Emily MackinA Hidden NatureI have never been good at reading or taking instructions dutifully. I don’t know why, really. For some reason or another, I would skim a…Jan 23, 2022Jan 23, 2022
