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.

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 […]

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 […]

lost words

January 18, 2017zaji2

I have lost the words, their life force spilling at my feet after slipping through disconsolate fingers. The letters tumble and roll, trying to find […]

finding the true days

December 25, 2016zaji0

I do not celebrate culture created holidays. None of them. I celebrate each day, all 365 of them, and find ways to make them beautiful […]

belief collector

September 29, 2016zaji1

i collect beliefs and put them inside glass jars, rubber sealed and sometimes placed in the sun. i shake them to see if they will […]

on the edge of rest

September 16, 2016zaji0

Photo Challenge: Edge I cannot sit. The edge is too near, too daunting. The cloth is stripped away as surely as my soul is stripped […]

blue elegance

September 8, 2016zaji1

Writing Prompt: Elegant Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The waters are not blue. They are the mirror for the royal […]

i am wanting

September 6, 2016zaji1

I no longer remember who I am, nor why I am. Inside this foreign skin I breathe. I inhale the world I’ve wished for in […]

death, the great silencer

September 5, 2016zaji5

When all is said and done, we are all rendered mute. Death does not care about our feelings nor opinions about our political leanings, religious […]

burn with anger, woman

August 25, 2016zaji0

Burn with anger, woman.  Your fire voice was temporarily extinguished with water, but you did not let it drown you. You turned everything that touched you to steam. The destroyers dissipated into the air, mixed in with the ancestors who lost their way and told un-truths about the place of woman. They now mourn their…

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