Category: memories

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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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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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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the clouds in prayer

The clouds interlace fingers seeking prayer, an impassioned supplication to the un-gods.  They spread across skies gathering stories of un-time,…

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the potential for loneliness

Someone called me today, a loved one. She said she was lonely. But I am too far away to just show up on her doorstep and take her out so we can run the streets like school girls. I could hear it in her voice, the loneliness she tried to conceal behind laughter as she…

the potential for loneliness was originally published on zaji

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the story of leaves

I took this photo more than five years ago. Each time I revisit it I see something I never noticed…

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very superstitious

Writing Prompt: Superstition Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. This song takes me way back. I…

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fearless in dusty blue

Writing Prompt: Fearless Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Sadly, what I’m about to write is…

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upon the shelf

Writing Prompt: Shelf Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Little eight year old girls make soccer…

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autobiography in sounds

Between last night and this morning I’ve shared on my timeline a bit of my soul through the music I…

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inside myself

Find me inside myself. Search there. Sometimes I’ll hide behind my cousin who died when I was about 14 years…

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stolen

i am curled inside beaten skin a kiss stolen at fourteen the thief was like a father but he didn’t…

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papers

i tossed papers into the fire. the words that turned to ash rose higher than their importance, but i still…

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trapped inside unsafe

Writing Prompt: Safety First Share the story of a time you felt unsafe. I am a brown woman on a…

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jamaica…land of…

There was so much to see on my trip home. The last time I visited my family in Jamaica was…

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in the land of scattered memories

I was pleased to learn that my memoir excerpt was posted to AfricanVoices.com. What a lovely literary magazine. http://africanvoices.com/avblog/in-the-land-of-scattered-memories

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the conjure woman

i don’t want to be a writer. i don’t want to tell my stories that come only from memory. i…

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at the end of it all – my obituary

Writing Prompt: In Loving Memory Write your obituary. zaji didn’t want to be good or bad. she wanted to be…

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