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dirty blues

This is an unedited excerpt from a work in progress. Down by the jook joint is where the sweatin’ and grindin’ began. But it by no means ended there. It was a Sunday evening, just after church and before the end of the Sabbath for some. I was always there, bumpin’ and grindin’ with the …

i am misplaced

Writing Prompt: Misplaced Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The cosmic hand misplaced me, Zhala, and dropped me here. I traveled in its pocket for the better part of centuries before it realized that it had lost me, somewhere on the far side beyond several galaxies. It is filled with angst …

it’s an imitation

Writing Prompt: Flangiprop! Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post. Some things were too insane to be real, thought the bride. When a woman plans to get married, she doesn’t have time to think about anything but the wedding and the many details that could unravel if she …

forgetting you

I wrote this micro fiction piece today. Decided to play with an idea. ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ i twist. i forgot about you last night. left you standing on the roadside while i drove around looking for weed and pink satin heels. you told me you walked to the bus stop, barefoot. you left your …

gen’sis

This is a wild idea I came up with. Definitely needs some work (a lot of work) but it could become an interesting story if I give it a bit of love. I started it a few years ago. I intend to revisit it very soon. Gen’sis In the beginning there was no word. There …

when we were one (free!)

For a limited time I’m sharing my USA Today reviewed speculative fiction novel, When We Were One, for FREE. “…her story is a celebration of sisterhood and their connection with the physical world and beyond… Zaji’s imaginative tale will spur us to think and to be entertained.” – USA Today Get your copy as a …

the newspaper: a love story

The beginnings of something sad but mildly amusing. Imagine a world where bad news was the norm and good news was seen as strange and unheard of, even insane. I think I’ll make it a short story. Lots more to write. Coming soon.         “Extra extra, read all about it! Indiana mayor in sordid affair with …

tales from the road

Another possibility that could be developed into something. Must keep writing and editing and editing and editing. The van eased its way down highway 80 heading toward Ohio. Although not its final destination, it still clunked along, cutting through the wind at what felt like 70mph, but was really 90.         The naked trees flew by …

the scrolls of ankh

Excerpt from a potential story. The Year One It was the time of change. The world was rediscovering itself in the aftermath of the great quake. The quake caused their planet to shift, creating a coming together of the lands. The People were afraid. They did not know what to expect because the land no …

the highway

The dusty black tar receding behind Panga ran into the forlorn past. Far from the groping and needy future, the road ahead beckoned her to follow.  She was worn from the sleepless drive. Morning became her night and the sun her night light. But a place to bed was more of a challenge than she’d …

the altar gods

This is a short story I’m still working on. It’s rough around the edges, but I like the idea of it. I started writing it a while back and decided to play with it a bit today. Tweak here. Tweak there. A few sentences still need rewriting and bit more development might be in order. …

when we were one on download

My first novel, my baby, was selected as a USA Today must-read, as I’d shared a few months ago. I do hope some of you will take the time to grab a copy. It’s available in print and as an ebook. A race of women have lived in relative peace for centuries. But strange forces …

the arrival

I have such a headache today. Woke up with it. I don’t usually get headaches, so it’s pretty annoying. It’s hard to think and even more difficult to write anything that makes sense. Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep it off and get back to writing tomorrow. Meanwhile, below is something I wrote a while …

voices in the sea

This is a short excerpt from a story in progress. I wrote it many months ago. Sea date log, March 21, 2132, I think. Day eighteen at sea. Some days I almost forget to mark the blue painted wood of the diminutive boat. Keeping track of dates has become mundane and at times oddly humorous. …

the path

I walked the path a thousand times and remembered how deeply I loved him. The path was wood paved and green. The last Indian Summer saw us making love atop a Colocasia leaf. We slipped into each other like a gentle touch slips into memories we claim forever. I want him again, in the way …

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