quicksand

January 31, 2016zaji0

Church bells fall on quicksand Gods die sinking and dreaming The creator was created There is no cross here Only death doubling as love © […]

autobiography in sounds

January 31, 2016zaji2

Between last night and this morning I’ve shared on my timeline a bit of my soul through the music I listen to. It is a […]

serving up shorts

January 30, 2016zaji0

I dream of other worlds Far from here Far from here I dream of other homes I won’t post much here today. I’m working on […]

whispers from the vibrant stones

January 30, 2016zaji3

Photo Prompt: Vibrant This week, share a photo of something vibrant. Vivid colors, a lively portrait, or perhaps a delightfully colorful landscape, if you’re in […]

weeping gaia

January 29, 2016zaji0

It’s never worth it—the fight we won’t let die. I think of the weeping Buddha and what it means to me as I walk through […]

in morpheus' house

January 29, 2016zaji1

Swim to me in my dreams Across orange waters Under green skies Morpheus is not here to wake you but to keep you with him […]

writing for submission

January 29, 2016zaji2

I’ve been working toward stepping up my submissions game. I’ve subscribed to a few sites that send out regular emails containing literary magazines (print and […]

tomorrow's child

January 29, 2016zaji0

Peace. Let it find you in the innocent places. Even in the dark places that want for sunshine and long lost love. Let peace stretch […]

becoming a peace warrior

January 28, 2016zaji0

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without […]

stone language forgotten

January 27, 2016zaji0

Sharing an idea I’ve pondered for a while. Not very poetic, but a notion I like to toy with in prose. Maybe one day I’ll […]

never a single quote

January 27, 2016zaji0

Writing Prompt: Quote Me Do you have a favorite quote that you return to again and again? What is it, and why does it move […]

the box

January 26, 2016zaji0

“At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.” — Italian Proverb What a profound proverb. This […]