Speculative author and poet Kevin J Fellows offers an exploration of memory through poetry. The things we remember and those we don't connect through words and sound until nothing is forgotten, nothing is lost.
Growing up in granite New England, living in small upstate New York cities, and most recently in the desert southwest, Kevin mines his memories to build poems both personal and universal.
The old man peels the skin, barely anything; thin
He does it carefully with slow and steady hands
A knife worn; whet and honed a hundred times
He peels the skin from grapes
with heavy yet certain fingers...
from Peeling Grapes