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the strangeness of existence

the strangeness of existence. for hundreds of thousands of years i did not exist. then, enter darkness, light, water, heartbeat, blood, bone, body, breath, sentience; movement of me, them, us, we, on green and brown Earth. i am here. a century at most…

dreams not for sale

Someone sold me a dream One man’s junk is another man’s treasure Dreams are relative pieces of things         scattered across life’s landscape We catch the dreams we want         and vomit out the dreams That make us sick I had a dream But it…

ice heat

Ice burns us from the inside out Hot and unabated Brown skin burns white dreams Pain reminds us that we         are all the same Sometimes hot and fierce Sometimes cold and forgotten         Ice forms around our blue souls         We are all the same…

moon water

The moon submerged in rippled waters. I await its rising. The waxing longs for the sun. Shadows remember long ago cycles         in times when they cast upon naked brown bodies. It rises so we may sleep.         It rises. Moon water drips into the…

the road ahead

Half naked maple trees flank black asphalted highways. The empty branches are surrounded by evergreens that warm their trunks and roots until they wake again in Spring. Green road signs float by and mile markers tell us what we already know; the road…

remembering jamaica

i am remembering jamaica i remember jackfruit, gineps, bami, star apple, sour sop, dumplings, festival the land of victuals is vast and satisfying rastafarians fish by ocean side near smooth rocks seaweed floats across dark brown legs i-tal short fast cars on narrow…

into my bones

i flow into my bones my blood smooths rocks         water is crimson it moves without veins         inside my bones live roots dark brown crying flesh of The Lost People         deep inside sunless soil the worms of my skin         Dust reaches for sky and…

the ruins

I am like the wildebeest in your dreams Search the ruins for my ghost There you will find me         flesh and blood returned                 digging through the rubble for my ancestors My nails bend and break I bleed from fingers that cannot move the…

mermaid-ness

Sometimes the seaweed gets into my kinky black hair I forget for a moment that I’m not a mermaid But when I lie to myself and try to live my mermaid-ness it’s because in the sea, I can be free There is no…

vintage

Today is the past. This moment belongs to the ancestors. Now is the sepia moment; and a thousand years from now many will look back and call this age vintage. © zaji, 2016

dark tracks

i walk barefoot on dark tracks the cold steel is warmed by the hot summer sun my feet and toes learn the dance the tracks carry history of times when men poured sweat to nail ties across miles of native land the tracks…

to write

i’m in a semi dark room. the energy saving heater blows to warm the chilly space. the sky has turned a muted red and i feel the muted voices of my ancestors telling me to write something, anything. but i don’t want to…

blue glass bird – the profane

The blue glass bird does not fly below blue skies, above green grass, using wings feathered by the power of DNA. This bird sits indoors, blown by something other than wind, with no breath of life to move it across valleys. It gathers…

brown nakedness

there is beauty in brown nakedness. in warm tones that purr across sheets and remind us that love comes in many shades. Image artist unknown

the moon

I look out the window at the big white moon, full, pregnant with life. Gray clouds pass. The sky light dims. The witch in me seeks frankincense and myrrh and words that create magic. I speak them to the moon, offering them like…

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