Joy! Joy! How can I be quiet when there is blood on the leaves? First, let me say hi. I hope you don’t have commitment issues — especially with the tiny little big projects you start. I imagine you in a state where I can find the strength and serenity to conquer each day with […]
BY VICTORIOUS N. MAJAZI Alexa, Play Tears of a Silent Heart by Michael Ortega I began writing when I was young, maybe seven or eight years old. Yet, even earlier, I could tell the most captivating stories; an active imagination and a creative mind, my mom used to call it. As I grew, my ability
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It’s so quiet I can hear a millipede shuffling on the ground. Wow, the wanderlust of creation! But it’s in the gray hours of the day, when everything else but machine and master are awake that one becomes most honest with themselves. I hate that I have thought of you more now than when you
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I grew up watching “How It’s Made”. Endless manufacturing cycles of the most random things, pocket knives, skateboards, and Home Depot’s hot cross buns. Why are they called hot cross buns if they aren’t always hot? Unless if I have to go to the bakery and have them microwaved. Something someone taught me. You don’t
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by Victorious Nomathamsanqa Majazi press PLAY: Everybody Leaves by Heroe I have thought long and hard about this, for a few months. I can never decide how to do it. I guess even in relationships, I am like this, I can never say goodbye. I never know how to do it to match the devastating beauty of the relationship. So think
If you read the last post, you probably heard me say “I write when I’m inspired” now what I forgot to mention is that inspiration (for me) is spontaneous and impromptu. Sometimes I see a wood pecker, doing wood pecker things , perking at the wood and I’m suddenly like 3 pages into unreleased texts
I used to know a man, African, as they came. With black skin, the texture reminded me of polished ivory in Asian homes. He was/is well built and a candid lover of everything testosterone gives. Just in case I lost someone here, he loved sports. His name is an echo of an African legend.Shakafuswa!! Really
To the girl I was jealous of… Jealousy is such a funny emotion. Looking back on it now, I am able to see how dead wrong I was. As we grow, we are supposed to develop an understanding of how some things just don’t work out the way we wish they would. Sometimes it has a lot to do
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You know how time flies; it seems like yesterday when we were walking from rugby practice. Beaming and full of testosterone, we were on top of the world, with an unbeaten run , excited about what the future held. Endless conversations about benzos and holidays in Santorini. Now that it’s (give/take) 6 or 7 years
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I think this is something I have needed to talk about but never did yet. I find myself thinking here with you is my safe space. Here with you is where I feel I can say out everything I’ve held in without fear of judgement or being misunderstood. I am back after a long season
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