searching
zaji i twirl my coarse black hair around my fingers; i am searching for your needs.…
Read MoreFebruary 2016
sand and ash
I carry my pain on the tips of my fingers where touch finds me hiding.…
Read Morethe newspaper: a love story
The beginnings of something sad but mildly amusing. Imagine a world where bad news was…
Read Moremy things
Writing Prompt: Five Items A classic question, revisited: what are the five items you must…
Read Moretales from the road
Another possibility that could be developed into something. Must keep writing and editing and editing…
Read Morein between spaces
i am between the rugged spaces of non-time the spaces breathe in false yesterdays and…
Read Morethe imperfect number
Writing Prompt: Counting Voices A lively group discussion, an intimate tête-à-tête, an inner monologue —…
Read Morethe evidence of things not seen
I am reading The Evidence of Things Not Seen by James Baldwin. It is about…
Read Morebreaking up with procrastination
Writing Prompt: Shape Up or Ship Out Write a letter to the personality trait you…
Read Morefinding sleep
Below is a hemp bed with fluffy white hemp pillows. At least that is how…
Read Moreblack girls red lips
For this piece I’m experimenting with a certain voice, one that has a hint of…
Read Morethey picked me
Writing Prompt: Pat on the Back Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you…
Read Morehonk!
Writing Prompt: Toot Your Horn Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are…
Read Morecolored girl's comb
Just wrote this piece. I love experimenting with prose/poetry ideas. I was thinking about how…
Read Morelove (an experiment)
I am shaped by fierce white clouds against ancient blue skies Nova bound stars hang…
Read Morefinding buddha
The blue Buddha, big bellied, wrapped in sparse cloth, bowl in hand, knapsack over his…
Read Morethe scrolls of ankh
Excerpt from a potential story. The Year One It was the time of change. The…
Read Morethe highway
The dusty black tar receding behind Panga ran into the forlorn past. Far from the…
Read Morethe boiling sea
the sea boiled hot lost children cried within the foam waves carried to shore their…
Read Moredon’t walk a mile in my shoes
Walk a mile beside me. Then we won’t need each other’s shoes. – zaji
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