the conjure woman

March 22, 2015zaji1

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

the rose

February 19, 2015zaji2

He placed a rose on her headstone In the mornings she was awakened by the smell of a rose placed on her pillow He knew […]

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the rebellion

December 8, 2014zaji0

Writing Prompt: One at a Time Today, write a post about the topic of your choice — using only one-syllable words. To be stuck with words that have […]

the moon

December 7, 2014zaji0

I look out the window at the big white moon, full, pregnant with life. Gray clouds pass. The sky light dims. The witch in me […]

a fridge abused

December 4, 2014zaji0

Writing Prompt: Wronged Objects If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest […]

writing what resonates

November 3, 2014zaji0

Writing what others want to hear doesn’t resonate with me. There is a scratching and tearing at the mind, like a thing that begs to […]

words in bits and bytes

November 3, 2014zaji7

It’s 2014. Attached to my old dusty hard drive is a note to whomever finds it when, possibly, my flesh is dust. Time moves forward, […]

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waiting in the night

October 31, 2014zaji4

Everyone was thirsty, but no one wanted to walk down the long corridor toward the kitchen, not even Marie. The fridge was only a few […]

the playground

August 18, 2014zaji0

There was no wind. Laughter floated through still air. Little voices tossed giggles at each other then tagged, skipped and climbed. Each caught the other’s […]

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the jar and the flame

April 14, 2014zaji0

[experimental prose] Indira didn’t like electric stoves. They had no character, no life. They were artificial and didn’t understand what food needed in order to […]

the sands of time

February 13, 2014zaji0

The sand was pink and hot. It moved between my toes with each carefree step I took. How many other feet trod across these shores? […]

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the pitter-patter

December 16, 2013zaji0

A house with three small children, a three-year old, two-year old and ten month old is far from a home filled with the pitter-patter of […]