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 blend. some converge, others diverge. all are creations living inside us, changing us, moving us to imagine the seemingly unimaginable. each belief remembers its birth, others remember birthing nations; others…
Month: September 2016
filtered kiss
Having fun with filters today! Do you have any favorite filters you’d like to share?
channeling dark sexy
Sharing a cool, dark filter. Today is play day!
pieces of me
i sprinkle pieces of me at your feet, like rose petals, to soothe your soul from the unforgiving earth. each piece is memory reborn, slipping into your world, melding with your memories, a thin silk thread connecting us in ways we may not feel until many tomorrows have come and gone.
on the edge of rest
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 of the bravery to simply sit and let life unfold as it should. I look over the edge of what would bring me rest and remember that life is in…
the potential for a memoir
One of my advisors a year ago encouraged me to write a memoir based on a writing prompt during one of our residency workshops. He was so enthralled by what I had written within the ten minutes given, he promptly shared his excitement with my previous advisor, who accosted me at our next workshop. I…
i am starseed
inside this brown skin is the divine existence of mysterious cosmic forces. i am starseed.
i am not what you seek
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
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 skies that look down at an elegant white-blue swan reflecting off the mercurial lakes of a thousand lazy yesterdays. The swan glides across the time engorged waters, filled with stories…
gaia
Gaia I am in awe. Life. It sings to my soul. New Songs. Honor it now. Earth.
i want to tell you something
i want to tell you something. i want you to know how sorry i am that i could not save you. maybe it was never my job. i don’t know. all i know is that i wanted to see you flourish in a world filled with people fighting their way toward extinction. i wanted to…
a return to locs
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…
a return to locs was originally published on zaji
i am wanting
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 far away dreams and exhale the world I exist in, bedeviled by those who swim in blood red ego. I am wanting yesterday, packed up to take with me into…
death, the great silencer
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 beliefs, the latest fashion fails, even our existence. It is the great silencer. And one day it will silence our opinions and feelings, every thought. All that will live on…
longing for locs
I keep getting death threats from my cells. They’ve warned me that if I keep up this mess about growing my hair without locs, they’ll be coming for me. No ransom. I blew them a kiss. Hope it works.