I hesitated, not wishing to call it out.
My cards splayed out on the table,
the dealer looking at me expectantly
Your cards are held close to your chest
and I cannot tell what floats in your eyes,
and the dealer perhaps knows,
but His face remains neutral.
You steal glances at me,
perhaps looking to see what cards I hold,
and I gather myself over them, Continue reading
A thin thread of something unnamed
hangs tautly between us,
spooled and fueled,
growing in intensity,
but also requiring
But this thread that spools
so deliciously, calling
and pulling on invisible threads,
is of the sweet, unexpected kind.
The most dangerous thread
Over the last two weeks, I have run into your closest friends. They did not recognize me at first sight. I don’t blame them. I have changed in the last 9 years. The last time they saw me was when we were lowering you into the ground in November of 2010.
One looked old.
I smiled at them. One, I introduced to my son.
And the smiles they gave back. I reminded them of a very difficult time.
And it reminded me of a very challenging time.
That time introduced me to myself, cemented and attached me to reggae forever and changed my belief system when it came to certain relationships. Death invaded my life in a way it had never been able to do before. Yours was the first funeral I had ever Continue reading
Lay yourself bare
soul to the light
eyes like the sun
peering at you
and what you hold inside
Lay yourself bare
layers peeled back
slight but open
waiting to be seen
for that acknowledgement
that nod of yes
Lay yourself bare
but remember that
with that joy of being seen
you open up to the
pain of remaining invisible
the heartache of no reciprocity.
He groaned as the lights began to sputter out. He had worked hard to install the second bulb and had been beyond excited when the wiring connection finally clicked for him and his little studio room filled with the extra light. He had forgotten to buy the electricity tokens. The lights went out. As he stared into the darkness, the sole window in his abode letting in that early moon light, beams streaming in through the metal cutout with accompanying mosquitoes. He felt around for his phone to check on the level of the battery life.
Well, at least the lights had not gone out when Sylvia had come to visit. He had spent the last ten weeks paying attention to her, his subtle way of showing his romantic interest. She had never seemed to want to reciprocate. He had bought her two boiled eggs on Tuesday, once he had delivered Sonny’s repaired boots and Sonny had actually reached into his pocket and slapped 15 bob into his hand. He had stared at him for a beat and then hurriedly retreated before Sonny’s other personality whipped through the drunken haze that surrounded him and pulled the coins back into their fold.
He had walked quickly, head down, all smiles. Perhaps she had seen the beams from his downward facing smile refracting against the ground and cascading all around him. He recalled hearing Sylvia’s melodic voice cutting through his daze and when he looked up, all he could see was her wide gap-toothed smile stretching out towards him. He had looked over his left shoulder, momentarily surprised that she was looking right at him and talking to him.
“…na umebambika sana leo” Continue reading
He called it a damper. I stared at him blindly. I had just purchased stamps and handed over my three envelopes, addressed and sealed. He gestured behind me and I looked over my left should in the direction he was pointing.
“There’s a damper”, he said.
His face and demeanor were all grey. Stony grey. No emotion, no smiles, no joy. He sat at his desk, the mPesa log book splayed out in front of him and a ragged blue Bic pen hugging itself to the book.
I had walked into the empty post office not knowing what to expect. I had not mailed a physical letter in a decade and this man did not seem to understand how this damper statement utterly confused me. When I looked over my left shoulder, there was an Continue reading