Kenny Fries writes of love, AIDS, and their difficult overlap.
Kenny Fries recounts an intimate moment, at the intersection of memory and vulnerability.
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.
Kenny Fries writes of injuries both physical and spiritual, and “openings” which are simultaneously literal and metaphoric.
Looking both inward and outward, Kenny Fries reminds us of how beauty “elevates our lives beyond mere description.”