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The Canoe Ride
Looking both inward and outward, Kenny Fries reminds us of how beauty “elevates our lives beyond mere description.” —The Canoe RideWe are trying to find the waterfall—all afternoon, along the edgesof...
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An Opening
Kenny Fries writes of injuries both physical and spiritual, and “openings” which are simultaneously literal and metaphoric.—An OpeningI know there are reasonsfor the breaking of my skin,for my blood...
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Full Moon, White Sands
The late poet Reginald Shepherd called Kenny Fries “a poet of the luminous moment and the luminous landscape,” a title Fries more than lives up to in this poem. —Full Moon, White SandsI do not...
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Body Language
Kenny Fries recounts an intimate moment, at the intersection of memory and vulnerability.—Body LanguageWhat is a scar if not the memory of a once open wound?You press your finger between my toes,...
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To the Poet Whose Lover Has Died of AIDS
Kenny Fries writes of love, AIDS, and their difficult overlap.— To the Poet Whose Lover Has Died of AIDS. . . then the wasting beginsand the disappearance a day at a time—Mark DotyThe night of your...
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