typology, dexterity and insights
Dismas Okombo
On days when the candles are dim, and the darkness threatens to consume me, I write the merry in the gone moments.

Words Are Certainly Not Enough.

But the out of count hard times are not without merry moments. Every time I travel home, we must discourse, heatedly, on literature. It is in such moments that I am most alive. Talking with her. Watching laughter dance in her eyes....

Dismas Okombo
. 3 min read

Tales of Strangers.

Blood! In the instance, he felt everything and nothing. Dread ripped his heart. His head throbbed harder. He tried to focus and failed. He felt people gather around him. Some accusingly staring....

Dismas Okombo
. 2 min read

A Poem A Day.

In the journey of poetry there are no rights, there are no wrongs. In the journey of poetry there are no rules. The heartbeat is the tune to dance to, and simply create....

Dismas Okombo
. 2 min read

DAY 30: I’m Awful at Goodbyes.

‘Goodbyes.’ I replied. The silence that followed conveyed a shared understanding. I glanced at them, their eyes emitted warmth and love, and a profound longing for things to stay just the same. ‘I am awful at goodbyes. Tomorrow I will be gone before dawn. See you later buddies.’...

Dismas Okombo
. 2 min read

DAY 29: Addicted.

Today let’s address the last skeleton in the closet. When I started the writing challenge, a casual proposal from my friend Eunniah, it never crossed my mind that it would be the road to freedom. Today let’s remove the last nail from the coffin....

Dismas Okombo
. 3 min read

DAY 28: In One Picture.

Loud shriek in a frightened voice, barely recognizable to me, escaped my throat. I lost my stability and scrambled to the ground. Then the reality that someone had attacked me dawned on me. I lurched back to my feet. A rock in both hands....

Dismas Okombo
. 3 min read