i hide

April 9, 2017zaji1

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

existence remembered

March 10, 2017zaji0

The words leave, drifting atop my misconceptions. I am looking backwards. Why did we come here? Was it only to see if being human was […]

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 […]

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 […]

do not look for me here

November 11, 2016zaji0

If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you […]

the potential for a memoir

September 14, 2016zaji4

One of my advisors a year ago encouraged me to write a memoir based on a writing prompt during one of our residency workshops. He […]

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 […]


September 8, 2016zaji0

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

a return to locs

September 7, 2016zaji2

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…

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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 […]

final semester

June 8, 2016zaji1

Last semester. I need to get through this. Can’t let illness stop me. Whatever lives, breathes, thinks, intervenes, loves, sees…. …ancestors, alien overlords, yoruba deities, […]