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. […]