i built a story

September 22, 2017zaji0

I built a story that was tall and wide, stretching across miles of land like the Great Wall of China. I did not use brick […]

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.

burn with anger, woman

August 25, 2016zaji0

Burn with anger, woman.  Your fire voice was temporarily extinguished with water, but you did not let it drown you. You turned everything that touched you to steam. The destroyers dissipated into the air, mixed in with the ancestors who lost their way and told un-truths about the place of woman. They now mourn their…

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the clouds in prayer

August 7, 2016zaji4

The clouds interlace fingers seeking prayer, an impassioned supplication to the un-gods.  They spread across skies gathering stories of un-time, spaces inside cycles that collect […]


April 29, 2016zaji2

I am lost in thoughts that I do not own.

what a peach

April 28, 2016zaji0

Our peach tree is really coming along nicely. Each day the peaches get brighter and fuller. I’m excited and can’t wait until they fully mature so I can begin to eat them. Like this:Like Loading…

what a peach was originally published on zaji

what a peach was originally published on zaji

my first and last

April 22, 2016zaji1

Photographer Unknown It was the mid 80s. I was 18 years old. I was working at a local video store renting out videos for a Prince height Italian man whose accent betrayed his birthplace, which was clearly not Italy. He was a Bronx born Italian, who mixed Americanized Italian with yiddish insults. When I didn’t…

my first and last was originally published on zaji

show me

April 19, 2016zaji3

We talk so much in this world. Most times, we are talking ourselves to death rather than acting appropriately. It’s time for the talk to […]

contemplating life

April 19, 2016zaji2

I sat in the park today, thinking. I didn’t focus on anything in particular. I listened to woodpeckers feverishly pecking away at trees and red […]