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spinning

She spin dark brown clay, forming body and mind into soul She spin her child into bird and lion and dolphin and mermaid She then place clay inside her womb and fire it into human, mixed with everything Earth and sky, gift wrapped…

do not look for me here

If one day you desire to find me, don’t look for me here. Search for me in the quiet space, that place where only you and I can dwell. There will be no more hunger for my body but instead a hunger for…

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.

burn with anger, woman

Burn with anger, woman.  Your fire voice was temporarily extinguished with water, but you did not let it drown you. You turned everything that touched you to steam. The destroyers dissipated into the air, mixed in with the ancestors who lost their way and told un-truths about the place of woman. They now mourn their…

burn with anger, woman was originally published on zaji

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…

threads of memories

I live inside this skin of flesh, blood and bone. I am fragile life dreaming of infinity. Threads of memories stitch themselves to the stars. A corner of the sky is clothed in my stories, twinkling down upon a life force remembering when…

your dna

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your dna was originally published on zaji

in your dreams

the womb of darkness

contemplating life

I sat in the park today, thinking. I didn’t focus on anything in particular. I listened to woodpeckers feverishly pecking away at trees and red pyramids at the top of a swing set. One I saw atop the swing had a vibrant red…

fire in the caves

There is fire in the caves. Defiant flames stretch across indocile walls. The cold stones can bear the relentless heat. But can they bear the stories? There is fire in the caves. Fire burned alien symbols into cave ceilings. Their meaning has long…

newspapers: the other reality entertainment

Writing Prompt: Newspaper Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Bird cages lined with yesterday’s murders and celebrity gossip keep no secrets. The fear and triteness won’t swing open cage doors to set free the small bodied beings with wings…

green all over

Writing Prompt: Green Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. i am green on the inside where the grass, shrubs and trees live and grow. i am green leaves flowing through thick veins trying to find their way to calm…

random thoughts #1

No one wants to hear that there are days when I feel so afraid that all I want is for the world to end so that everything that makes it ugly would disappear and never return. No one wants to know that some…

freedom bound

Black unpolished marble doors too heavy to swing open. Locked inside dark moments that seek escape from Earthly prisons. We are not free. Black slick walls, wet from raging rivers seeping in. They enter me, finding the lonely dark spaces. Slipping through rocks…

to tell you a story

I want to tell you a story. But the words are dangerous and may draw blood. They come sharp, and sometimes come in hollow points. They are piercing. Always seeking darkness. To tell you the story opens wounds. Because the words no longer…

no help for the helpless

Writing Prompt: Help Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Giant black garbage bags sat to the left and right of her. They were sentries protecting her from the nothingness she fell further into each day. Tan holed socks over…

finding the exit from the cave

When I look at this culture, I am reminded of The Allegory of the Cave by Plato, written over 2,000 years ago. It is a haunting reminder that our civilization has not changed at all beyond increased technological creations. All else remains the…

self creation

My ideas are all I have. This is my wealth. Each new thought frees me from the here that has become my now. I live inside my mind in the elusive spaces. I am the creator who dwells inside self. I am creating…

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