On Writing by Mackenzie Hoeckley

In art you recreate what you see,
not what you know you see.
this is the way with poetry,
in all the senses.

What do you see?
What do you hear?
What do you taste?
What do you smell?

What do you feel

out in the muted white of fresh everything snow
holding your breath under the water of a bath in a house you do not call
…….your own
under the overpass in the sticky swell of night as the stars hold their secrets
awoken by the wind through the trees because it sounds like your mother’s
…….cries of pain
turning over the page of a book that has never been taken home
in the bed you had your first dreams in during the winter nights of
…….your childhood

What do you feel

deep in the shrine of your ribs when the pen touches the paper?

–Mackenzie Hoeckley

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