mortal words

August 15, 2017zaji0

i’ve decided that i don’t want to write, not with my hands anyway. i want to think words onto paper and screens and leaves and […]

i am the stream…

August 14, 2017zaji0

i am the stream… of consciousness. it is 2:38pm, monday, the In The Beginning day of the week august 14. twenty seventeen, whatever that means […]

save words

August 3, 2017zaji0

i will save words for you. bottled and pickled words for you. then feed you synonyms of me, so you will always remember my taste. […]

satchel of poems

June 11, 2017zaji0

I had a satchel filled with poems that I tossed into the sea. I wrote them on tiny circles and squares and rectangles woven with […]

ink spill

June 11, 2017zaji0

I spilled ink across the blank pages of my notebook. It was then that I decided to write stories with my fingers.

the words spill

June 10, 2017zaji0

The words spill from my pen, blood red, no longer wanting to be ink, but to be life. The words follow me into my dreams. […]

freedom

April 29, 2017zaji0

We all seek freedom in one way or another. But in the end, we live in an age where none of us know what true […]

i hide

April 9, 2017zaji1

i hide inside myself, in the dark corners of memory, in the light of a thousand what-could-have-beens.

existence remembered

March 10, 2017zaji0

The words leave, drifting atop my misconceptions. I am looking backwards. Why did we come here? Was it only to see if being human was […]

parallel universe

March 4, 2017zaji0

In the space of memory resides the fence we stand atop, teetering on the edge between hard ground and water. In that space we remember […]

your lies

February 28, 2017zaji0

Your lies won’t save you from death. You will die anyway. Death is the great truth teller. When it comes, all you will know in […]

little expectations

February 14, 2017zaji0

Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Expectation. I am sometimes filled to overflowing with a cauldron of expectations. Ideas […]

the thinning web

February 13, 2017zaji0

The silken network of threads thin inside me; those webs that stick to everything that I am. They thin, inch by inch, but strengthen, holding […]

split apart

January 21, 2017zaji0

i am split apart, opened wide like the Nile and equally as filled with memories of life and death and history flowing through ancient cities. […]