Ngwatilo

Proof These days I lie with contracts & gentlemanly vows back to back, this was never about love. Like echoes each contract haunts; I want to pin them down against the right walls. Before they meet Tomorrow and combust, as if it were planned. My eyebrows rise and curve in woe. The eyes obey and [...]

is Jacaranda trees in bloom  blissfully blue, bold, edging toward lavender gladness. When the rain falls, as we hope, the flowers fall. It is not tragic, stomping on them on Kenyatta Ave delicately and joyfully– we hope the ritual will make us  blissful while blue, even decidedly bold.  

I’m mainly upset that they were headed for these collectively troubled shores at all