satchel of poems

June 11, 2017 zaji 0

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, 2017 zaji 0

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, 2017 zaji 0

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. […]