POETRY | SPOKEN WORD

"Tuaca Kelly — Tilda Swinton-y even while performing as 'the entire cast of Star Trek' — seemed comfortable portraying everything from Queen Elizabeth to an 8-year-old nerd." — BackStage West

ABOUT

Tuaca Kelly is an American poet, spoken word artist, improvisational performer, philosopher, event host/emcee and singer/songwriter based in Amsterdam. She is most known for her unique wordplay, uncanny improvisation, unpredictable humor and ability to connect with the audience.

Originally from San Francisco, she represents the Generation X as a fierce femmeDaddy. Inspired by the iconic leather daddies she encountered in her youth, as well as the enchanting world of Wonder Woman comics, Tuaca explores themes of love, intimacy, religious mysticism, personal development, unbridled sensuality, and the transformative power of sacred sex. With a dictionary in hand, she fearlessly dives into these realms.

Unwanted Words 2nd Queer and Feminist Poetry Awards Nominee for Poet of the Year (2023), Tuaca lives and breathes the importance of poetry with the understanding it is not a luxury, but an essential experience for mental health and a vital pathway for the human spirit to express the soul's wisdom, touch ephemeral empathy and connect with others.

Having worked with GRAMMY Award artists, joined forces as a co-founding member of The Los Hombres short-form comedic improv troupe, and performed and taught in North America and Europe, Tuaca has left her 43,5-size footprints and audiences with reciprocated love on numerous stages and studios including: Gay Pride San Francisco, McCallum Theatre, Cayman Country Radio, The Improv on Melrose, Highways Performance Space at the 18th Street Art Complex and more. 

Based in Amsterdam, Tuaca is very active in the poetry and spoken word culture and she is available to put life into your audio book, documentary narration, public service announcement or animation as a voice over and character talent.

When otherwise engaged with the creative arts, Tuaca can also be found teaching and caring for others in her
clinical healing practice.

APHORISMS

"Art isn't a luxury. It is an essential experience for mental health and a vital pathway for the human spirit to express the soul's wisdom, touch ephemeral empathy and connect with others." - Tuaca Kelly

"Inspiration is curated through intimate internal dialog. Resolutions evolve from amity with self." - Tuaca Kelly 

Tuaca Kelly Poetry and spoken word

Tuaca Kelly, Amsterdam 2023 photo: Anastasiia Mykytiuk

NEWS

a. I woke up breathing
b. I'm writing
c. I look forward to seeing you (Agenda)
d. See my past performances

GRATEFULNESS TO

Stichting Unwanted Words Project 
Word Up Amsterdam
Pleasure Society Pleasure Poetry Slam

Framer Framed Queer Open Stage
The Writer's Guide to the Galaxy
Labyrinth Amsterdam - Mixology, Food to Share & Poetry


For keeping integrity and shelter for poetry, prose and spoken word art forms to flourish. 

ENDORSEMENTS FOR BESPOKE WORK

"My husband and I asked Tuaca Kelly to write and perform an original bespoke poem on for our wedding. The poem, God Gave Me You, was such a beautiful surprise! The Love expressed in the personal poem touched our hearts and many others who have the honor to read this beautiful treasure.

With her enormous passion it is clear that Tuaca writes and performs with heart and soul and shines bright light on her audience. She is very talented and we definitely recommend Tuaca Kelly to perform during your event." - M & F, newlyweds.

POETRY MOMENTS

©2011 Tuaca Kelly, printed and bound in Canada. ISBN: 978-0-615-43890

©2011 Tuaca Kelly, printed and bound in Canada. ISBN: 978-0-615-43890

Woman of My Dreams 
by Tuaca Kelly

Deep through the night answering the call
my Soul came to your alter
Woman of my dreams

Found purpose at your bedside among women of reason
Swaying to our music
Woman of my dreams

Kissing every mouth to taste only your lips
Your Soul held me to the alter
Woman of my dreams

Your Soul held me to the alter
Deep through the night
I’ll hold you to your promise
Woman of my dreams

breaking open
 
night fell as she removed her earrings
advertised neath sheer stockings
my eyes tracked her legs
from the imported Persian
up to the sound of garter snaps
breaking open

giving room service a new name
I watched from the chaise
just watched from…where my smile grew
where my pulse increased
when a blush gave me away
until it was my turn
my turn
to break open

we shall obey - Scholastica's plea

beloved brother
ausculta
muffled by the Rule
and the weave
of your tunic
my plea failed
to brush immaculacy

my prayers,
received and answered
through the vault,
insisted

il mio gemello
blame me
my beloved reflection
for obliging you to bide

so dutybound faithful
in Covenant and simple habits
we are subject to forget
what we deny

one night
dear brother
we shall be rebels
and speak of things
we won’t write down

and think of things
we won’t say aloud
and render a final hymn
until the earth absorbs
the tears of men

one night
dear brother
our last night
dear brother

let us share innocence
and warmth
lest wisdom make fools of us
let your labor be mine
dear brother
it is winter
I’ll take my rest there

one night
dear brother
we shall be rebels
and speak of things
we won’t write down

and think of things
we won’t say aloud
and render a final hymn
until the earth absorbs
the tears of men

one night
dear brother
we shall be rebels
we shall obey

©2024 Tuaca Kelly

Mountain Wind

the wild mare with a name
had me in her gaze
electric was her mane
shocking was her pace

the only witness
my chest began to pound
my life began to tremble
as she charged upon the ground

fierce I stood watching
the distance we once maintained
shrink with every motion
surely I’d be slain

with a determined frown
I pulled my shoulders bold
all the while inside, ‘please, please’
my fingers becoming cold

inches before my pale face
her thuds ringing in my ears
the rising dust made me cough
erasing all my fears

her pursuit came to sudden halt.

there we both stood breathing
reverent majesty
I wonder how of all the moments
the wild mare chose me