In the summer of 1986 I joined the United States Army Reserve. I was 19 years old and had no inkling of the nature of my upcoming journey. I was young and naive with high expectations and childlike dreams. I required money for college; that was my primary reason for joining. I wanted to become […]
in the small places
I’ve always felt that I, human, am frighteningly small and whatever this is that we exist within is big, bigger than anything I could describe with human words. Not even numbers, math, arithmetic can illustrate what this is in ways we can fathom. Or even believe. Yet, we are in it. We are swallowed up […]
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 […]
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 […]
the clouds in prayer
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 memories we will never touch, nor taste. Nor see. Clouds beseech the un-gods, begging for intervention. But the gods are children of a lesser world, Earth merely a blue and […]
the potential for loneliness
Someone called me today, a loved one. She said she was lonely. But I am too far away to just show up on her doorstep and take her out so we can run the streets like school girls. I could hear it in her voice, the loneliness she tried to conceal behind laughter as she…
the potential for loneliness was originally published on zaji
the story of leaves
I took this photo more than five years ago. Each time I revisit it I see something I never noticed before. It is not only majestic, but the leaves tell a story I am still trying to decipher. I look at the veins across each leaf and imagine the blood of leaves running through each […]
very superstitious
Writing Prompt: Superstition Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDZFf0pm0SE?rel=0] This song takes me way back. I was five years old when it came out, but a teenager when I really understood the meaning of the words. Isn’t this the life of humanity? We believe in things we don’t understand and because […]
fearless in dusty blue
Writing Prompt: Fearless Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Sadly, what I’m about to write is not fiction. It is a very real conversation from a few days ago with a young 20 something who made a most unfortunate discovery. Her experience once again shows me that everything has changed, but […]
upon the shelf
Writing Prompt: Shelf Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Little eight year old girls make soccer balls in Pakistan; fingers roughened by sturdy leather, needles and thick thread. Bottoms hover just above dirt paved streets as they squat to work under the noon’s blazing sun hanging from a low sky. Bodies […]
autobiography in sounds
Between last night and this morning I’ve shared on my timeline a bit of my soul through the music I listen to. It is a huge part of my soul autobiography. Please, listen and enjoy. You will now know another piece of me. https://www.facebook.com/zajiz
inside myself
Find me inside myself. Search there. Sometimes I’ll hide behind my cousin who died when I was about 14 years old. Or my sister who died 9 years ago. There you will also find me searching for my grandmother and stepfather, who both died before I was ready for them to go, long before my […]
stolen
i am curled inside beaten skin a kiss stolen at fourteen the thief was like a father but he didn’t wear a white collar his water was not holy yet he was holy to those who believed his lies his charismatic lies i lost the first touch of youthful lips “have you ever kissed a […]
papers
i tossed papers into the fire. the words that turned to ash rose higher than their importance, but i still feel free now, from those words that tell truncated stories of who I was 25 years ago. i am not that skinny girl with plum sized tits. i’ve put on five or ten pounds. now […]
trapped inside unsafe
Writing Prompt: Safety First Share the story of a time you felt unsafe. I am a brown woman on a planet that places me beneath all other humans. There has never been a time when I didn’t feel unsafe. My days and nights are spent in the company of unsafe. The most valued man on Earth […]
jamaica…land of…
There was so much to see on my trip home. The last time I visited my family in Jamaica was around 15 years ago. The land, as expected, was lush in the countryside and weighted down with asphalt and concrete in the cities. The rich were just a stone’s throw away from the poor. Driving […]
in the land of scattered memories
I was pleased to learn that my memoir excerpt was posted to AfricanVoices.com. What a lovely literary magazine. http://africanvoices.com/avblog/in-the-land-of-scattered-memories
the conjure woman
i don’t want to be a writer. i don’t want to tell my stories that come only from memory. i want to be a conjure woman. my medicine bag filled with ink. i want to conjure waiting ghosts from the past and tell their stories. i want their spirits to climb inside me and speak […]
at the end of it all – my obituary
Writing Prompt: In Loving Memory Write your obituary. zaji didn’t want to be good or bad. she wanted to be wild and free. she wanted to run naked through an open field in the hot summer rain and dance with her sister friends by the light of a full blue moon. she didn’t believe with […]
