Circus of Words

Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note a poem by Amiri Baraka Lately, I've become accustomed to the way The ground opens up ...

Change of a Lifetime Don't forget to start at the beginning or read Part 4: True Sacrifice The walk home was much longer than Ib...

Follow Ibrahim on his journey to save his dying mother. His only hope lies in the mysterious but legendary Abada--which may or may not act...

On the highest shelf, Pristine beneath layers of thick dust, Absent from the eyes and lost in the mind Gently worn, to the point of comfo...

Pink-- The soft and delicate reminder of all things feminine... And I tried desperately To fit you in, A reminder of my own femininity ...

True Sacrifice Don't forget to start from the beginning or Part 3: Talking to a Child of the Abada Ibrahim had waited his entire ...

Twisted, Spine disconnected Awkwardly turned Drenched in pain Throbbing, Pulsing rapidly...

Talking to a Child of the Abada Don't forget to start from the beginning or read Part 2: The Forbidden Path "You've seen...

The Forbidden Path Don't forget to read Part 1: Igniting the Journey first It didn't take Ibrahim long to find the path twist...

Part 1: Igniting the Journey Artwork by QiQi Gallery. Check out their work here All of his life, Ibrahim's parents tried to conv...

Why do you get upset over things that don't concern you? Once, I went to Miyabi, a Japanese steakhouse for those who don't know,...

I use to see visions when I closed my eyes, Whisked away to far off places and different realms Where fairies were as ordinary as me And ...

My dearest Spring, I've missed you these past few months Felt your absence in the chill Of Winter's unfriendly embrace And longe...

Hunger comes, The soft gnawing At the pit of flesh But to be hungry-- Starved and deprived For days upon days Unable to satisfy basic ...

The power to capture, The power to grab hold Overwhelm, excited, and control All wrapped into a single note... I hear music, bea...

Warm in my blanket Shielded from harsh light Protected from cold winds I wrap myself in soft fleece, Feel the comfort seep in, Like qui...

Sweet, ripened fruit hanging high in the tree Blemish free and overflowing with juicy tenderness Reminding me of the paradise we can never...

Strange how we forget Just yesterday it was us-- Just yesterday I was not allowed I was denied the right to be If you grew up in the U...

A single cloud, Looming in the sky Floating gracefully From horizon on-- Like cotton Delicately making its way.

and I am the beholder of my own beauty... Today I saw an article floating around my Facebook timeline about Target, "thigh gap,...