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joining the flock

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 …

save words

i will save words for you. bottled and pickled words for you. then feed you synonyms of me, so you will always remember my taste. i will flavor your life until all your tongue remembers is what it is was like to come…to come…to come …into my dreams. and stay a while. a long while. …

the skies above us

Photograph by zaji This was the sky over my house yesterday. Such a beautiful sight. The sky is a constant reminder of my mortality. When I am gone, the sky will go on, into millions of years that I will never live to see. Nothing from this moment in time will be recognizable. No one’s …

a haiku for the night-blooming cereus

Below are pictures I took of a Night-Blooming Cereus my mother has in a giant pot by the pool. All day the buds stay tightly closed, unmoved by the sun. As the sky turns gray, yellow, then red, the bud begins to slowly move, yawning to welcome the night. No sooner than the stars begin…

a haiku for the night-blooming cereus was originally published on zaji

a haiku for the night-blooming cereus was originally published on zaji

sitting with existence

Photograph by zaji • April 7, 2016 • circa 1:30pm CST I’m sitting outside on the grass, writing. The ground beneath me is cool and firm. The sun is almost at the top of the sky, peeking through the trees I’ve chosen to hide under. The air is still and warm. The leaves barely rustle. …

of my womb

Writing Prompt: Legacy Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. My daughters are my legacy. I give them to the future in hopes that they may discover a way to change this world and set humans free. They are the seed from my womb, sprouted and born to the sun, ready to …

they picked me

Writing Prompt: Pat on the Back Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are. Aviance and Kenya circa 1999 I’m proud of my two daughters, Kenya and Aviance. They are the most amazing young women I know and are determined to make a great life for themselves. They are strong, wise and persevering. …

in the soil

i spent a couple of hours outside in the soil today. i mothered the dirt to prepare her for seeds. as i turned soil and removed plants that could strangle the food i intended to grow, i observed the robins and blue jays flitting about looking for lunch. the soil is a dark rich brown …

meditation

Photo Challenge: Life Imitates Art This week, find inspiration in a piece of art. Then, imitate it. Meditations captured on used and mottled papyrus. The soul lives in the stained paper, where hungry words become burning images that tell forgotten stories of lost time—there it will be, in the spaces between rips and tears, splitting …

torn

I am torn between sunrises and snow flakes, between Timbuktu and Saturn. I am wedged between the grass blades between my toes and the forgotten places in realms beyond this flesh and bones. I am the blood pumping through my veins, alive and wanting Earth, then, in an instant, I am the selfless need to …

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