Category: Koroga


Tins At the edge of the lip Where the cut meets the fold At the fold of the grain Where the lip tells a yarn Where the seam meets the cut There’s a story of a lip Through the grain of the cut As the story folds a seam And the cut of the grain … Continue reading Tins

Half Life

Half Life Fade to black, charred by definition You were glowing the moment you melted Charcoal incarnated, shadowed by time We curl into ourselves, by instinct, Born to millipede destinies What is light tarnishes, the elders said Photography: Andrew Njoroge Poem: Keguro Macharia