AIJUKA NOVELS WORLDWIDE

Think about your words. Are you a wing or a weight? Do your words lift others up or tear them down? The tongue is a two edged sword. We can use it to speak life or to bring destruction. There are times when destruction is called for but today focus on lifting at least one…

I woke up to this absolute freezing darkness to an extent where I couldn’t see myself. I stood up and started wandering only to find no way out. I kept wandering and wandering around in search of light only to realize that I was failing. It felt like I was walking in circles. My thoughts…

“There ain’t no forever.” Edward put his glass of fine scotch on the table. Though he was talking to himself, he was loud. Then he turned towards Dina. He noticed her eyes were swollen. She seemed to have cried all day. She looked at her watch and waited for the last customer to leave as…

Be as strong as your dream not as your doubt. -Mandy Ricks Be strong

LOVE TO ALL!! “Love is the Path” – channelled spiritual message from The Circle of The Light of The Love Energy

“Can you see it too? How much I love you and all you are.” Can you see it too? The sparkling lights overhead. The colors flying around like bioluminescent fireflies. The music dancing through the air. The smile in your eyes. The awe in your smile. The unbridled joy in your cheeks as you blush.…

Bloganuary: What is a song or poem that speaks to you and why? I recited Mary Oliver’s The Summer Day at my mom’s celebration of life. You’d think that, as a writer, I could come up with my own words. But that wasn’t happening. Some writers are brilliant in the moment, conjuring up the right…

Welcome to Day 1 of Black Poetry Writing Month (aka BlaPoWriMo)! BlaPoWriMo is a month-long challenge to write a poem every day during the month of February (Black History Month) related to Black history, Black people, or the Black experience. Today’s optional prompt is: Write me a Black poem. Whatever that looks like for you.…

Sometimes, in foolishness I regress back to times, when I danced alongside someone who was so selfish that they were able to steal enough joy from everyone around them to share it with me. I did not realize at the time that this is what we were doing. I was foolish, and spellbound by this…

January punishes with pale grey glances punctuated by ragged breaths of sharp wind the air is empty of all familiar affection no more lingering, soft caresses from the sun The candles have all been extinguished on hearths and families that had gathered for feasting seem to have long since dispersed and dissolved back into this…