Category «imagining»

belief collector

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 blend. some converge, others diverge. all are creations living inside us, changing us, moving us to imagine the seemingly unimaginable. each belief remembers its birth, others remember birthing nations; others …

galaxy luggage

Writing Prompt: Suitcase Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. galaxy luggage found travel stickers across the milky way. my suitcase has seen Jupiter and Saturn. winged feet prefer clouds doubling as stones to take me across stars flowing like waters. i skip across clouds white and emptiness. planet hopping is free.…

galaxy luggage was originally published on zaji

galaxy luggage was originally published on zaji

the wanting

the gale lifts me up to the white clouds. tufts separate then fold around me. i fly toward Proxima Centauri, Alpha Centauri’s star. my wings gather stardust along the way. i fly through still unbroken blackness. and learn to breathe with cosmic lungs. light is my destination or my path. it all leads back to …

a colorful world

Writing Prompt: Colorful Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. My soul is colorful, covered in shades of pink, purple, red, blue, yellow, orange and green, filled with black and white, filled with rainbows carrying sunshine on their back. My thoughts are colorful, filled with thoughts and ideas that create stories of …

my magic

Writing Prompt: Do You Believe in Magic? You have been transformed into a mystical being who has the ability to do magic. Describe your new abilities in detail. How will you use your new skills? My magic has wings and can fly into infinity. I am covered in the aura of possibility. When anyone looks …

on dead leaves

i sleep atop living and dead leaves shadowed by sensual trees whose leaves play upon my sun bathed skin untold stories whisper through fallen leaves they descend onto my engorged breasts infant food from the mother goddess dead leaves shift and crunch beneath my dreams my naked body moves in REM remembering notes and rhythms …

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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