
ankle boot soles crunch
course carpets of sepia;
branches smear fog stains.

ankle boot soles crunch
course carpets of sepia;
branches smear fog stains.

Toss your cubes
of raw overconcern
into a glass bowl;
mix in some
relaxing rosemary,
optimistic oil,
cinnamon clarity,
to cloud their
initial uneasy taste.
Salt—pepper—garlic—
top your
chaotic problem-solving
of
others’
lives,
you know deep internally are
far
from
your
personal
remote
control
cord.
Reboot your heart.
Preheat the mind;
design a different
recipe approach.
One by one,
separate each emotion;
lay all your cares away
onto baking sheets—
roast judgement to a crisp.
Four hundred degrees
& a half-hour later,
you’ll be left with
lightly-affected,
browned blocks,
cooked in less agony.
elation remains at the rims;
stillness flavors your
freshly developed cuisine style.
Serve self-care & enjoy your dish well!

you favor the foliage
when it’s rustling against currents—
leaving their oak mothers
to start new lives—piles in
peculiar places.

Fingers
reunite with
last summer’s flashes
—frozen in card stock:
pink lemonade views,
night-out excursions,
lawn social barbecues;
sunflower field immersions.
Each reminder captured,
touches on life’s little chapters—
the rock-bottom holes and happily-ever-afters,
highlighting all the feels and how they matter.
Washi tape
frames photos
on top of album pages,
securing a section of time
I can cherish—revisit,
when nostalgia decides to call my
name.

where back deck planks creak,
where crickets quiver and leap,
where windchimes ring on maple trees,
where espresso swirls meet the breeze,
where east coast clouds give vitamin D,
you’ll find me here
outside.
where pillows float on flannel sheets,
where cat toe beans stretch out carefree,
where comfort takes delight in peace,
where aged novels exhale and breathe,
where walls are painted colorfully,
you’ll find me here
inside.

blood orange leaflets
tangled in
spices of gold,
litter harvest season skies;
as I drive past
neighborhood streets,
time slows down,
just enough,
so I can lose myself
in a quiet trance,
admiring the beautiful changes
teaching me how to
let September dance and go.

Hello everyone,
Today marks my 10th blog anniversary of my blog, Kaleidoscopic Kites!
It’s mind-blowing for me to believe that time has flown by so fast and I’ve managed to maintain this blog for years, but I’m really happy I’ve still kept writing here. Additionally, I would like to thank all my followers (new & old) for reading, liking, sharing, and commenting on my posts during wild ride of a decade. It really means the world to me! I’ve loved hearing everyone’s responses and how my written pieces have affected many people in such a deep and genuine way. Writing on my blog hasn’t always been easy though. In reality, I’ve encountered writer’s block quite often and constantly doubt whether my work is worth posting or not. 2023 has also been a particularly rough year for me—full of ups and downs. However, I always somehow revolve back—taking a risk posting here— secretly hoping everything will turn out well in the end. Regarding the future of Kaleidoscopic Kites, I plan on penning more content and continuing to grow as a writer and individual—so stay posted! In the meantime:
🎉follow the kite strings and fly higher and higher!🎉
Sincerely,
Kalei Kites🪁

When your lips taste like
the rarest sensation—
candy-floss-spun-carnations,
trapping in wafts of allure,
I can’t help but wish for
more instances such as this,
to never get pruned
too short or early,
so our novel chemistry
won’t falter.

Ensure ocean sanctuaries are respected.
Aim to restore land with organisms affected.
Recycle plastic waste in the correct bins.
Teach others not to obtain animal skins.
Harvest food from home-grown gardens.
Decrease your footprint made of carbon.
Advocate for climate change and health.
Yearn for a world where goodwill is wealth.
Happy Earth Day! 🌎
patience is a secret spell
only few can master.
if you negotiate deep inside,
your heart will cast with the future
to repair the broken parts
thereafter.
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