Cebo Campbell

Kitchen Table

At the kitchen table, you like to sit with your chin lodged between your knuckles. It makes your lips shape themselves into a heart. Your eyes reach upwards into the highest attic of your mind, where the dusty, reticent thoughts abide; like classic books written in languages modern people no longer speak. Specifically brood over words; the good ones: apricity, bungalow, dalliance, effervescent–mellifluous. You wonder how they fit together. You wonder if, someday, they will string a sentence that is all ever need be said about you. There are three other chairs around you, symmetrically placed under the table. Empty. A dozen sugar cookies bake in the oven.

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About

I am an author and a Creative Director. My latest books are:

Sky Full of Elephants – coming 2024

Violet in Some Places – Available at Not A Cult

As a full-time creative (Chief Creative Officer at Spherical), I spend most days at the desk leading a team of creatives to brand some of the best hotels in the world. So, I write in the nooks and crannies of my available time. I wake up at 5:30am just to get in a few hours putting words on paper. I write on the train. I write on planes. I write waiting in lines. I feel I have to write. The reason is simple: representation.

Cebo Campbell Author of Violet in Some Places

I often tell the story of Ferris Bueller; a kid who decides to skip school and, on charm alone, steals a car, impersonates a cop, drinks underage, tampers with computers, and at every step exposes his best friends to peril, only to go home and fall asleep with his mother to kiss him into sweet dreams. I asked myself if Ferris were Trayvon Martin, how might that story end? I know the answer. So do you. And this is why representation is so important. I aim to contribute more stories into the world that diversely feature regular (but beautiful) lives made extraordinary. Art, I believe, is the only way to accomplish this. All my creative work is inspired by and aims to add to all the great work in the world.

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