Poetry

I seek a pristine mind. No longer hearing the stillness of the dead Nor the raging voices of the living Holding on, holding strong but not for long One day your silence will no longer speak to me Your suffocating smile and mannequin touch The eagerness in your step as you leave me swaying They… Continue reading → The post Sewn shut appeared first on Wamathai.

Maina saw her first out of the corner of his eye. A big brown bloop in his peripheral vision. He was speeding down Moi Avenue in one of his blind rages. His jalopy did its best to obey the choke hold he had on the steering wheel. Her hair tie had fallen off. Her dyed… Continue reading → The post Lady obstruction appeared first on Wamathai.

She had a weird appreciation for knocks. Simple knocks on her door rose the hairs on her skin and made her heart dash. Knocks startled her in an interesting way. She enjoyed doing random guesses in her head about possible visitors before she opened the door. She made guesses about what they would want and… Continue reading → The post Knock! Knock! appeared first on Wamathai.

Peace is… Stillness, Quietness, Calmness, It’s the stillness of the waters at the stream at dawn It’s waking up to the chirps of birds as opposed to the cries of guards. It’s the gentle movements of twigs by the stream And the joy of mothers knowing there’ll be water to drink for their children Peace… Continue reading → The post Peace is… appeared first on Wamathai.

Can the streak of light still pierce the dark clouds? Can the brightness still light up the darkness? To reflect the radiance of the beauty hidden, To awaken the vibrancy and colorful vastness. Back when the trees swayed and danced in the wind, Back when the gushing sounds of the river’s waters sang the flow,… Continue reading → The post Nature’s tears appeared first on Wamathai.

“Mrs. Mbate, we are sorry to say this, but your daughter Annie was found dead in her home early this morning,” the man with the beard was first to speak up. She dropped the cup she was holding as the younger policeman helped her to a chair. “We think your son-in-law Leon is responsible,” She… Continue reading → The post A mother’s secret appeared first on Wamathai.

Words yet still evade me. Thoughts so fleeting, emotions flowing with haste in timeless motion, So firm and unwavering in its direction, my mind digresses with no ending. The mental vibes overwhelming like a relentless tide on a stormy night. And so I ponder and without doubt wonder about sentiments of indecision. Frustratingly beyond my… Continue reading → The post Insane appeared first on Wamathai.

Only the photo made sense to him. It was tucked behind the flowers that had been neatly arranged on top of the casket. It was his favourite photo, this one. He had it taken on the night he proposed and it was the look on her face as she said yes. It showed her best… Continue reading → The post This is not goodbye appeared first on Wamathai.

A response to David Jewell’s “Delusion Angel” daydream delusion limousine eyelash oh baby with your pretty face drop a tear in my wine glass look at those big eyes on your face see what you mean to me sweet cakes and milk shakes I’m a delusion angel I’m a fantasy parade I want you to… Continue reading → The post Daydream delusion appeared first on Wamathai.

I look at you look at me Something moves in me I can tell you want to say something Then you hesitate We both get lost in our thoughts Me in the past; you in the future I had everything A small child with a quick smile Soon as I got into the world The… Continue reading →