Born in New Orleans, K. T. Mitchell began writing at age ten, spurred by a love of words and an analytical mind. Since then, Ms. Mitchell has published work in New York Magazine, Stanford University’s Black Arts Quarterly, Howard University's Amistad Magazine, The Adirondack Review and Tribes Magazine. She has also given performances at CBGBs and La Mama Theater.
Currently Ms. Mitchell has a collection of short stories. At the time of her publication she was looking forward to beginning graduate studies at UC Davis and Harvard in the fall.
Who knows how many feet have flowed over the stone stairwells of Gonville and Caius? Relentless as a current they smooth bows in each step. Cambridge is two towns Sundays Gilded chalices filled with liquid vice Grapes pulverized straight from the vine Over pursed lips, tongue gushes paradise Ruddy punts under the Cam’s canopy Molten English shire under willows Poles stir mossy muck, navigate circles Tipsy on Guinness, drunk with Heavenly All traverse the Arch of Humility Even Jesus drank with those bereft Of belief in resurrection from death
K. T. Mitchell / Kenya T. Mitchell Poets’ Espresso newsletter My Brother—June-July 2009