of small boys and big cities

Kenyan kid telling stories, creating, experiencing and sharingtwitter: @kelvinkaesa instagram: @kkaesa | monologue lover |Poet |

[buttonpoetry]

Progressive erasure from I'd Rather Be Destroyed https://buttonpoetry.com/product/id-rather-be-destroyed/

[sandylamu]

Tanzania

[chillimango]

Remember how we designed & printed our own fabric a few weeks back? Well we’ve been messing around with it quite a bit as you can see. •

Find out what else we’ve been up to this weekend (25-26th June) at the Bizarre Bazaar Craft Fair at Karura Forest.

#MadeInKenya #madeinafrica

[kelvinkaesa]

He still dances in the lights.

[wnq-writers]

When your lover asks you why you’re so closed tell them about the book that you keep in your chest and how so many people ripped chapters out of you that you are now afraid that your spine might shatter if you move to the next page

the-whiskey-writer (via wnq-writers)

[kelvinkaesa]

We are all just freaking flowers trying to bloom.

[myinkstainedheart]

There is none, not the mutter of the wind among the brambles nor the soft peck of a wren. Alas even the hour laze on its course to ten.

And I grey by a window growing opaque from my breath. Alas the day is dying and the road lies empty but for the phone lines standing.

[bostonpoetryslam]

I love the strange intimacy and interiority that is only possible in poetry, what begs you to lean into the haunt, what speaks softly in your ear and makes the hairs on your neck rise to their feet.

Sam Sax, interviewed by Audrey Zhao for The Adroit Journal (via bostonpoetryslam)

[endless-unfolding]

come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.

Lucille Clifton, from “won’t you celebrate with me” (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

[the-whiskey-writer-deactivated2]

Maybe you were too busy bruising lips and egos to realize that you were only pretending to be okay.

The Whiskey Writer (via the-whiskey-writer)

[hereislight]

Maybe you feel heavy because you’ve spent so much time making sure others feel light.

[christopherpoindexter]

The Universe and Her, and I #196 written by Christopher Poindexter (older)

[kelvinkaesa]

There is an ocean in my pillow; My cheeks have turned into Deltas And every time the lights go off I feel myself erode, Before falling asleep to the sound of my cracks.

cracks by TheVeon (theveon.wordpress.com)

[hereislight]

Teach me how to love without suffocating. Teach me how to let go of the things that make me feel heavy. Teach me how to gracefully leave the people who don’t let me take care of myself. Show me how to make myself believe that I deserve more than what I was getting, that it’s okay to not settle, that it’s good to not settle. Make me fall in love with the night again. I live where you can’t see very many stars and at night, all I see is dark. There is something painfully still about the night. The silence makes me remember every bad thing that has happened and the longer I’m awake, the closer they get. I want to learn how to cope with my emotions and not run away. I want to learn how to cope without numbing myself out with other things. I want to live a life that no longer consists of mainly sleeping.

6:16 p.m. (I’m tired of how scared I am)

[kelvinkaesa]

Love every part, every nook and cranny, every joyous and sad face and you will feel the power of unc... -

[christopherpoindexter]

The Universe and Her, and I #314 written by Christopher Poindexter

[elpoetic]

My mind, my soul, my intuition was dead,

Woke up this morning and found a letter that read;

‘I rise, in the depth of solitude I am who I am,

In the spirit of humility I am who I am,

In the spirit of togetherness I am, Nelson Mandela.

In the face of revolution I am Dedan Kimathi,

In the wake...