I do not think one should read poetry at night
just before sleeping,
for how can someone lay down to rest
when poems lift up your mind
as in “Bullet Points,” or Love is the love of
who we are, it is a form of knowing…

Kevin Irie | CURRENT

CURRENT The sludge-slow flow of a runaway current opens a path we can’t continue, tugs at what no hand can pull along. It’s how even water loses memory, travels a direction it cannot find, ……………….. a body let loose of its own skin to separate itself from what it belongs to— depth, surface, flow, source. […]