the awareness of details

It’s 6:10am. I don’t usually rise this early. This morning felt different, however. I had an urge to get up and write. Through my shaded window I can see the sky turning from a deep dark blue to a light pale blue. The…

looking back in time

I was 15 years old when I took my Junior High School graduation photo. My graduation gown felt frumpy and too large for my frame. I smiled a big smile in that photo and later looked at the proofs wondering why I smiled…

what we don’t know

I posted this on an old personal blog on June 17th. Decided to post it here as well. Just some random thoughts. ∞∞∞∞ I woke up this morning thinking about how strange a thing this life is. I tossed and turned most of…

reminder of home

I really wouldn’t want to bring anything but my rich memories. But if there were one small object I had to pick, it would be my Lemurian Seed Crystal. It’s no larger than my thumb. It is such a wonderful reminder of everything…

celebrating me

Strange as it may seem to some, I have absolutely no desire to be any celebrity for a day. No matter whom I admire, the bottom line is I don’t have a clue about their lives, who they are, what they think and…

mistakes galore

Mistakes. What can be said about them that hasn’t been said a dozen times over. We make them, we make them again, we don’t learn from them, we learn from them, we move on and make many more mistakes. It’s all a part…

feeling henna

Was in a strange mood a couple of days ago and decided to get a henna design in the palm of my hand. It was fun. I’ve never done anything to the palm of my hand before. This was a very interesting experience.…

the wandering list

There are so many places on earth I would love to visit. The planet is amazingly beautiful and filled with adventure. Ultimately I’d love to visit every single inch of this place we call home. Until that can be achieved, the first five…

balancing conflict

Conflict typically arises because of two reasons. One, there is something we do not know about the object of our conflict. Or two, there is something we do not know about ourselves. We often think we have all the information we need and…

the jar and the flame

[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 cook well. Gas stoves were filled with a life she could barely explain. For her, starting a gas…

missing with action

Feels like I’ve been away for far too long. I’ve been busy with many things. One of which is my education. I’m working on my MFA in Creative Writing at Goddard College. Finishing up my last packet for class was somewhat intense. It…

a moment in time

Last spring I almost died. That day not long ago was ordinary and nothing special was intended. My friend and I spent most of our spring days together being silly. We’d virtually lived outside, running, jumping, skating, skipping and darting in and out…

fun…our fountain of youth

It’s 5am. I wake up to the sun peeking over the horizon. Nothing stands between me and the day; not work, not time, not money. A set of roller skates sit in the attic filled with dust. They still fit and roll well.…

in the house of brothers

my father had three faces and a boiling pan where he hardened his sons into men before he fixed the roof my father had three faces and the head of a hammer where he pounded his sons into shape my brothers were not…

to vice or not to vice? that is the question

Everyone has a vice. Most people have several under their belt. Doesn’t matter if everyone you’ve ever met says they love you to pieces. You best believe there is at least one or two things about you that they simply cannot stand. But…

searching

heading east of the full moon sand dunes play upon me like violins i seek my lodestar persistent, digging finding something finding nothing finding the end of tomorrow twilight has left me alone with the moon it whispers to me i forgot why…

what i leave behind

Reading has always been a part of my life. I can’t remember ever feeling as though I disliked it. Words leave lasting impressions on us, depending on the mood we are in, our outlook on the world and our personal experiences. Everything influences…

what i do for love

The island of Jamaica is small. When I was a little girl, however, it seemed large and imposing, a big place filled with adventure–it was the world to me. I was less than five years old, but I remember the feel of the…

on the green beach chair

The music started. Emanating from the office were tunes meant to soothe the inner beast. I walked to the doorway. His back to me. Moving slightly to the beat, tunes dancing around the room like fireflies on a warm night. He moves. I…

the sands of time

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? How many memories live here, like ghosts, each one a grain of sand, intermingling for all time, leaving…

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