i built a story

September 22, 2017 zaji 0

I built a story that was tall and wide, stretching across miles of land like the Great Wall of China. I did not use brick […]

satchel of poems

June 11, 2017 zaji 0

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, 2017 zaji 0

I spilled ink across the blank pages of my notebook. It was then that I decided to write stories with my fingers.

freedom

April 29, 2017 zaji 0

We all seek freedom in one way or another. But in the end, we live in an age where none of us know what true […]

parallel universe

March 4, 2017 zaji 0

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, 2017 zaji 0

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 […]

lost words

January 18, 2017 zaji 2

I have lost the words, their life force spilling at my feet after slipping through disconsolate fingers. The letters tumble and roll, trying to find […]

finding the true days

December 25, 2016 zaji 0

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 […]

belief collector

September 29, 2016 zaji 1

i collect beliefs and put them inside glass jars, rubber sealed and sometimes placed in the sun. i shake them to see if they will […]

on the edge of rest

September 16, 2016 zaji 0

Photo Challenge: Edge I cannot sit. The edge is too near, too daunting. The cloth is stripped away as surely as my soul is stripped […]

blue elegance

September 8, 2016 zaji 1

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 […]

i am wanting

September 6, 2016 zaji 1

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 […]

death, the great silencer

September 5, 2016 zaji 5

When all is said and done, we are all rendered mute. Death does not care about our feelings nor opinions about our political leanings, religious […]