Category: experiences

joining the flock

In the summer of 1986 I joined the United States Army Reserve. I was 19 years old and had no…

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in the small places

I’ve always felt that I, human, am frighteningly small and whatever this is that we exist within is big, bigger…

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my snow covered soul

The snow covered my soul just as much as it covered the porch. They both were cold, one to the…

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the unseen spectrum

i am more than the words i speak or write. more than what you see. i am the unseen and…

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hate speech vs my mighty voice

Mighty Voices Rise I don’t give two damns about “hate speech” against me, a brown woman. Not two. I have…

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i hide

i hide inside myself, in the dark corners of memory, in the light of a thousand what-could-have-beens.

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existence remembered

The words leave, drifting atop my misconceptions. I am looking backwards. Why did we come here? Was it only to…

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parallel universe

In the space of memory resides the fence we stand atop, teetering on the edge between hard ground and water….

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your lies

Your lies won’t save you from death. You will die anyway. Death is the great truth teller. When it comes,…

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finding the true days

I do not celebrate culture created holidays. None of them. I celebrate each day, all 365 of them, and find…

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do not look for me here

If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space,…

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the potential for a memoir

One of my advisors a year ago encouraged me to write a memoir based on a writing prompt during one…

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blue elegance

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

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gaia

Gaia I am in awe. Life. It sings to my soul. New Songs. Honor it now. Earth.

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i want to tell you something

i want to tell you something. i want you to know how sorry i am that i could not save…

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a return to locs

My DNA has warned me that if I keep on with this nonsense about growing out my natural hair without locs, there will be hell to pay. I get death threat-like whispers from my cells that I need to restart my locs, or else. This is a trying time, when the body actively participates in…

a return to locs was originally published on zaji

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i am wanting

I no longer remember who I am, nor why I am. Inside this foreign skin I breathe. I inhale the…

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final semester

Last semester. I need to get through this. Can’t let illness stop me. Whatever lives, breathes, thinks, intervenes, loves, sees…….

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un-yesterday

There is nothing here. Only waves of memories folding over unrelenting experiences. I will no longer question my thoughts, but…

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the mold in me

I’ve been away for the last two weeks. My vow to write daily has been broken by debilitating illness. You…

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