Familiar passion

Familiar passion

from Latin pati ‘suffer’.

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  • Life as a Venn Diagram

    I remember sitting on the floor of your bedroom, rummaging through that rusted filing cabinet. “Who’s this?” I ask, holding up sepia. You, before me. A whole life I had caught glimpses of in old photographs, love letters, and lines on your cheek, but knew nothing of. Inspecting old baseball cards from under your bed,…

    Shanelle Mullin

    March 10, 2022
    Short Essays
  • Cities as Taxidermy

    taxidermy: the art of preparing, stuffing, and mounting the skins of animals. There’s a city a few hours from here stuffed with people who love the old me. There’s a boy sitting in a stained green booth waiting to buy me another round. There’s a girl in a farmhouse basement waiting for me to return…

    Shanelle Mullin

    March 9, 2022
    Short Essays
  • The Lives I Promised, and the People I Promised Them To

    On the flight back from Venice, somewhere above the Atlantic, she put her head in my lap and whispered, “Are we almost home?” “I think so,” I yawned, running my fingers through her hair. We decided to split a cab home from the airport, but she instructed the driver to keep going as we rolled…

    Shanelle Mullin

    March 8, 2022
    Short Essays
  • Repetition

    You can’t experience it twice—not really. It will never be exactly the same. You can try to capture the moment, a detail, her reflection in the lake. But the sun will always catch her eye at a different angle. The air will always be a little warmer. Her nails will always be a deeper shade…

    Shanelle Mullin

    July 20, 2020
    Poetry
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