words come

April 30, 2016zaji0

i read the wind. the words color me in shades of scented gardenias. the words take to the clouds, and write their sex song. i […]

the cauldron

April 30, 2016zaji0

the moon waits for me. i become the terpsichorean, naked, fragile, unclothed in darkness. my hips are my cauldron. i stir. i stir for the […]

lost

April 29, 2016zaji2

I am lost in thoughts that I do not own.

what a peach

April 28, 2016zaji0

Our peach tree is really coming along nicely. Each day the peaches get brighter and fuller. I’m excited and can’t wait until they fully mature so I can begin to eat them. Like this:Like Loading…

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a quiet world

April 28, 2016zaji0

I am halfheartedly searching for a road back to Earth. The other half of my heart seeks a quiet world.

word scientist

April 27, 2016zaji2

Writing Prompt: Whisper Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Most of what I write is an experiment where I allow words […]

the lonely road

April 27, 2016zaji0

The poem below by Frost is the life I’ve always lived, the road less traveled. It keeps me sane, even as it sometimes leaves me […]

blue world

April 26, 2016zaji0

I won’t be saved by you. Only the sky can save me from this blue world wondering how it came to be.

i will go now

April 26, 2016zaji0

I read this piece by Yeats recently and it struck a cord. The Lake Isle of Innisfree W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939 I will […]

the potential for loneliness

April 25, 2016zaji0

Someone called me today, a loved one. She said she was lonely. But I am too far away to just show up on her doorstep and take her out so we can run the streets like school girls. I could hear it in her voice, the loneliness she tried to conceal behind laughter as she…

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time chain

April 25, 2016zaji0

The days meld into each other. Each one a link in a chain. The chain slowly reaching into the distance. This is our lives, each […]

the skies above us

April 23, 2016zaji2

Photograph by zaji This was the sky over my house yesterday. Such a beautiful sight. The sky is a constant reminder of my mortality. When […]

my first and last

April 22, 2016zaji1

Photographer Unknown It was the mid 80s. I was 18 years old. I was working at a local video store renting out videos for a Prince height Italian man whose accent betrayed his birthplace, which was clearly not Italy. He was a Bronx born Italian, who mixed Americanized Italian with yiddish insults. When I didn’t…

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