by David Knurowski (he/him)
Photography by Conor Bailey.
Keep me in orbit,
careless and stranger.
Velvet and light in fevered air. Sudden,
wayward shadows of the way that our skin is
held together. A storm circling in
and out of our orbits,
reducing our skin to nothingness. Spiraling
itself into uncertainty. Forever unsure of
where its lightning should
strike the ground.
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.
