by David Knurowski (he/him)

Photography by Chiao Chien.

Stripping walls of posters,
fraying at the corners.
There are shapes and outlines
in the carpet.
A wisp of old dust,
the tingling sensation of going –
of things changing.
Maybe we can stay in
the moving truck forever,
drive in shapes and outlines.
Maybe we can leave our things
behind and just run.

David Knurowski

David was born in Poland and lived in Ireland for most of his life. He is based in Cork now. Much of his life has been racked with musings about identity, culture, and differences. He started writing poetry in secondary school. He enjoys writing stories, music, and art among other hobbies as well. It is always a great outlet for emotions and dealing with the complexities of life.