Cebo Campbell


There is so much I’d say about you… how much you resemble October though your curves are less sensual. August, not as so, really, but perhaps flickerings of July…with that smile that is knowing and confident, like the descendent of a magical line. Your sky smells smoky and at times sea-fresh. I like this about you. I like that you can be two things at once, looking forward and backward, of two faces–cunning without treachery, leaning over the edge of summer and fall, past and future, the orange-black space for everything to exist. Brown eyes, or perhaps hazel. Lips that smile but never reveal teeth. Make love with passion—dripping sweat and sweet kisses. Daughter of Janus. Mother of decay. Idol to indifference. It is not enough that you tend melancholy, but burrow through it spinning a needle, confident there is another side and that, eventually, light will shine through.

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I am an author and a Creative Director.

As a full-time creative (VP of Creative Services at Spherical), I spend most days writing 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.

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.