finding the true days

December 25, 2016zaji0

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 […]

edible lover

December 17, 2016zaji0

I have an edible lover. We intertwine, this lover and I. We meld and spill like a waterfall into each other. We become…

leaving chaos

November 25, 2016zaji0

Writing Prompt: Chaotic Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The world seems to be spinning out of control. Chaotic systems that […]

do not look for me here

November 11, 2016zaji0

If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you […]

army days

November 11, 2016zaji2

I look back on my days in the United States Army and remember what so many of us women went through during basic training and AIT. Our basic training was during the height of the summer; we carried rucksacks and tall black weapons, wore black leather boots that initially were too heavy and camouflage uniforms too…

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belief collector

September 29, 2016zaji1

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, 2016zaji0

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 […]

i am starseed

September 9, 2016zaji0

inside this brown skin is the divine existence of mysterious cosmic forces. i am starseed.

i am not what you seek

September 8, 2016zaji0

I am not what you see or seek in the mirror. I am me, living inside my skin, carrying blood and bone through time.

blue elegance

September 8, 2016zaji1

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 […]

a return to locs

September 7, 2016zaji2

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…

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i am wanting

September 6, 2016zaji1

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, 2016zaji5

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 […]