A hardcover poetry book titled “Eat My Words” lies open on a matte black wooden table, its cream pages filled with flowing, hand-lettered verses and small gold-ink accents. Beside it rests a vintage brass microphone on a short stand, its metal mesh slightly worn, and a slim leather notebook with a fountain pen poised on top. Warm, low studio lighting from the upper left creates a rich glow on the brass and gentle shadows in the page folds. The background falls into a soft, dark blur, suggesting a quiet recording studio. Photographic realism, shot at eye level with a shallow depth of field, evokes a sophisticated, intimate atmosphere of spoken word and literary craft without any people present.

Kismet Sol Presents Eat My Words

Eat My Words: Feed your soul with Kismet Sol

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Kismet Sol is a Black poet, author, and podcast host weaving healing, resistance, and joy into every line. Through Eat My Words, she amplifies community voices and invites you to sit, listen, and savor each syllable.

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A modern podcast setup rests on a dark walnut table: a large condenser microphone in a shock mount, a pair of plush over-ear headphones folded neatly beside it, and a sleek laptop displaying an abstract audio waveform titled “Eat My Words – Spoken Word Session.” A stack of slim, colorful poetry chapbooks leans casually against the laptop, their spines referencing various themes like love, resistance, and healing. Soft golden hour sunlight streams through unseen blinds, casting patterned shadows across the table and glinting subtly off brushed metal surfaces. Photographic realism, eye-level composition using the rule of thirds, with the microphone as the focal point and a gently blurred background, creates a warm, inviting yet polished atmosphere, capturing the essence of a sophisticated spoken word podcast, devoid of any people.
A close-up of a dark mahogany stage floor where a single, vintage-style microphone stand is anchored in a soft pool of warm spotlight. At the base of the stand lies an open chapbook, its cream pages printed with bold, minimalist verses and a small illustration of a rising sun. A delicate trail of rose petals in deep burgundy arcs from the chapbook toward the edge of the frame, hinting at passion and vulnerability. The surrounding stage fades into velvety darkness, with only faint hints of heavy theater curtains in the bokeh background. Photographic realism, low-angle composition with a shallow depth of field, creates a sophisticated, intimate, and almost sacred atmosphere of spoken word performance, with no human figures present.

Reviews

Aya Nakamura

“Kismet’s words feel like church, kitchen table, and revolution combined. Every episode leaves me softer and stronger.”

Mateo García

“As a guest on Eat My Words, I felt deeply seen. Kismet holds space that lets Black poets breathe and bloom.”