An Outsider, Wanna-be Poet’s Advice to Herself About How to Write Poetry

To write poetry, you have to be fluent in the naming of things. You may not be a great magician of syntax—you may be a displaced eighteen-year-old on an eleven-hour train ride to Mississippi with little to no formed ideas about the world—but still, you have to know how to name things. That is to …

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My Poet Friend, 29.12.17

Words fall into a fitful sleep on her tongue, Page and binding lay empty and open on her lap, She pries her mouth open with pliers (and as much grace as she can spare): This is her modus operandi. Pinning down words is like pinning down butterflies. Evasive and free, they are wild beauties, avoiding …

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Reflections, 29.10.17

I lived in a stone house, half-dipped in yellow painted concrete, 10 Mulberry Court, Edenville, Kiambu County, Nairobi, Kenya, Africa, Eastern Hemisphere. You could call it “Eastern”, I suppose, because, yes, if you drive downtown you’ll find slender skyscrapers, funny little dukas, patched into a cityscape backdrop; if you walk down Kiambu road or catch …

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