I am halfheartedly searching for a road back to Earth. The other half of my heart seeks a quiet world.
word scientist
Writing Prompt: Whisper Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Most of what I write is an experiment where I allow words to cascade from my fingertips and walk about in the world, naked and unashamed. I let them roam free so they may discover themselves. You could call me a word…
the lonely road
The poem below by Frost is the life I’ve always lived, the road less traveled. It keeps me sane, even as it sometimes leaves me lonely in this world. Most times, lonely in a room filled with people. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I…
blue world
I won’t be saved by you. Only the sky can save me from this blue world wondering how it came to be.
i will go now
I read this piece by Yeats recently and it struck a cord. The Lake Isle of Innisfree W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939 I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;…
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
time chain
The days meld into each other. Each one a link in a chain. The chain slowly reaching into the distance. This is our lives, each day a link creating a chain spanning miles of existence.
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…
the beauty of a teacher, and her students
Every now and then a bit of beauty falls onto my lap and reminds me that there just might be a pinhole of hope for humanity. Very few of us are as lucky as these ex-students to have found a teacher who truly loves them and wants for their success. Sadly, there are far too…
my first and last
Photographer Unknown It was the mid 80s. I was 18 years old. I was working at a local video store renting out videos for a Prince height Italian man whose accent betrayed his birthplace, which was clearly not Italy. He was a Bronx born Italian, who mixed Americanized Italian with yiddish insults. When I didn’t…
my first and last was originally published on zaji
dinnertime fruit tree
Photo Prompt: Dinnertime …This week, share an image inspired by dinnertime — whether you take a photo of food or simply shoot during the evening hours is up to you! Photography by zaji, April 22, 2016 @ 11:45 am CST Our little peach tree is coming along nicely. The peaches are growing rapidly and getting…
iniquities of gods
I walk the dusty road of false time, seeking angels with broken wings. Only they know my sorrow and how unforgiving the gods can be. I don’t need their lives vicariously, my window is the same, yet I have no wings. I see through the dirt and grime that only rain can wash away, sometimes….
love and courage
In the space of love and courage, I breathed you in and exhaled the touches you left on my skin. Letting go brings pain and lucidity in equal measure. But I now know myself better than I needed to know you. At times, the self I’ve discovered is a stranger invading my life without mercy….
DNA
phallic symbols tiptoe through mind intimate portraits of ebony gods standing on thoughts naked on my embryo filled stomach kissing me licking me stroking me mountains of desire entering my valley of ecstasy lifting me mounting me arching my back in need of more come into me and leave the memory of your DNA absorbing…
show me
We talk so much in this world. Most times, we are talking ourselves to death rather than acting appropriately. It’s time for the talk to cease and for the loving action to begin.
park benches
Photograph by zaji, April 19, 2016 the park benches wait for children. lonely and longing for the weekend fraught with giggles and bruised knees, they wait for light and dark to revolution less than six times. that is all it will take to bring the children. sneakered and bare feet trampling the sand. the benches…