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the history of colors

I grew black wings today. I spread them wide and flew beyond Mars. I pushed my wings to flap through thick dark space around Jupiter and beyond. I then stopped to dance on the rings of Saturn. Before I knew it, Pluto became…

writing in technicolor

I want to write in technicolor. Spectrum words that refract light. Words that pass through glass. Words that pass through flesh. Dissolving paper to write on rainbows. Rainbows drip ink on grass. The grass reads my story. Out loud. In whispers. It cries…

the connection

Writing Prompt: Connection Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. I am connected to the blood in my bones. I am heart bound, Seeking destinations uncharted. I travel miles to find the center of my needs. There is a wanting.…

the longing

Writing Prompt: Longing Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. I am longing for true freedom, bedecked in translucent gems and emerald silk lace. Freedom that is jackfruit and ginep sweet. Mango flesh on my wanting tongue. Feeding me a…

a little while

Stay with me for a little while A small, tiny, infintisimal while We don’t need words only loud and invading silence We will dance to it swinging our souls to its vibrations It is enough It must be enough And when the music…

after midnight

3am. Broken clocks can’t tell time. Meaningless hands move through contrived seconds. It is all a creation of the mind. 4am. Father is dead. Maybe he never existed. No, not maybe. There is no father. 5am. The sun returns in cycles. No hands…

honey soaked soul

Experimenting with words fascinates me. Here is another experiment that I can edit to work better. Honey soaked souls fly into sweet tomorrows I am yesterday’s child, bejeweled with seaweed on my fin I am scaled blue, breasts suppled by ocean waves The…

searching

i twirl my coarse black hair around my fingers; i am searching for your needs. © zaji, 2016

sand and ash

I carry my pain on the tips of my fingers where touch finds me hiding. The world is not grand. It is a scared child lost in an inescapable cosmic force. We spin with our lost galaxy that is turning for something larger…

in between spaces

i am between the rugged spaces of non-time the spaces breathe in false yesterdays and invisible tomorrows then exhale the unpredictable now, the moment, the all-there-is we are served strange life each sunrise and sunset we drink and eat the now, filling our…

black girls red lips

For this piece I’m experimenting with a certain voice, one that has a hint of something ancient. I wanted a different cadence with a touch of staccato. black girls wear sanguine lipstick on half moon nights in winter’s middle blue and white crystalline…

colored girl's comb

Just wrote this piece. I love experimenting with prose/poetry ideas. I was thinking about how I comb my hair and whether the experience has meaning. I believe with a few edits I could mold this into something interesting. Coils, curls, swirls and twists…

love (an experiment)

I am shaped by fierce white clouds against ancient blue skies Nova bound stars hang from the ends of my long black warrior locs Bright shooting rays yellow the engorged land My heart is my sword I am wanting to cut into the…

the boiling sea

the sea boiled hot lost children cried within the foam waves carried to shore their last days rainfall is not their tears it is the baptismal waters blessing each soul love from the gods the water carries songs songs the ancestors hear the…

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…

in the course of a moment

I wrote this in 2005. My writing has come a long way since then. In the Course of a Moment And when the darkness comesThere will be no one to tell about your loneliness. As the flicker slowly descends the wickYou realize the…

memories in yellow

“I am not asking you to remember who you are. I am asking you to put everything aside and discover what has never really been forgotten. See what has always been present.” — Gangaji  The space of memory is littered with yellow roses…

meditation

Photo Challenge: Life Imitates Art This week, find inspiration in a piece of art. Then, imitate it. Meditations captured on used and mottled papyrus. The soul lives in the stained paper, where hungry words become burning images that tell forgotten stories of lost…

torn

I am torn between sunrises and snow flakes, between Timbuktu and Saturn. I am wedged between the grass blades between my toes and the forgotten places in realms beyond this flesh and bones. I am the blood pumping through my veins, alive and…

between muscle and bone

I form inside the bones of my familiar Under green skies and red suns Death finds me there. Waiting. It finds me wanting the stars and wanting the unbleached bones that need my sinew to find peace I am connected to the disconnected…

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