I grew up on the compound of a private British curriculum school (cue the judgmental assumptions). Both my father and mother are teachers, thus my education, or at least the certifiable recognition of it, is important. My historical education was skewed, limited, and severely lacking in complete truth. I mean fine, I hated History class […]
• How can you describe yourself in a summarized manner? I find it hard to say what I am still trying to figure out. I hug trees and watch people. I use commas way too often. My nature is evolving as I type, but for the longest time I’ve worn my heart on my elbow […]
My love isn’t any less because I don’t say so. Some words aren’t anymore because they’re all said, So Excuse me while I carve my heart the shape of your lips.
There is a tale clawing at my rib cage, tugging on my arteries begging to be heard. Hands cupped into a whistle, ready to sing for supper
The flowers did not ask to join me, So don’t cover me with death. Instead – Lay me down, stripped of all that’s not whole. Lay me down as I arrived, Naked. – Laura Wanjirũ Ekumbo