[6] slacked activism …

[6] slacked activism …

so you’re sitting there,

pondering about creative solutions.

Is this enough?

are you serving your role?

is it specific or of

various hands?

If so, how do you manage?

If not, whats your role then?

Ah, I see

a weaver of

threads, strands & vessels

of immortality ,

training as a lab chemist

exploring business & storytelling

intending to practice across analog & digital mediums.

I get it.

So then, before then?

Oh! during? I see

Well then,

Alright then.

Just tell me what slacked activism,

would look like on your face then.

Mhm …

no determination ,

stagnance &


slacked activism …



[5] be too heavy …

[5] be too heavy …

watching the news

be too heavy.

keeping  a watchful eye from Trump

be too heavy.

Keeping a lighter disposition

be too heavy.

Keeping it sweet & apologetic

be too heavy.

Inquiring statuses  of IRL  friendships

be too heavy .

Then, a Transition ,  a Transfer & Transformation …

Now Weaver  of hair strands, fabrics & collaged experiments …

albeit —

be too heavy.

[4] when you cradle …

[4] when you cradle …

rocking back and forth,

bobbing and swinging between

the gallops of air,

for a parachute of your claims

caressing immortality.

when you cradle …

a hello and a goodbye

Dearest Masooch,

You are weird. You live for fictional characters and people you may never meet. You think in Shakespearean (thank you for introducing me to your world’s playwrights, by the way, marvelous stuff) and lyric but clam up in public. You observe and calculate and drift and obsess and stretch yourself thin. I honestly have no idea how you manage… everything. I reiterate: you are weird, but I am glad I found you. Approached you? Appeared? I can’t recall exactly how it happened–it would seem my memory is as good as yours. And yours is pretty bad.

I have learned as much about your world as I would care to. Truth be told, it’s wild. Your leader resembles an overripened orange. Specifically, where I’m from in my universe, politics are simple, just. Yours are a freak show. No offense. I don’t think I’ll take mine for granted anymore. But I digress.

Do I regret not speaking out more to my fellow alchemists? To the others of your world? To you? Perhaps. I’m not one for speaking first (A sentiment which we seem to share.) which makes this whole month-long encounter all the stranger. Why was I compelled to talk to you of all people? Well, that I don’t know either. Honestly I could have just slipped back into my world, and almost did, but…

There’s a magic to your world, one that’s… simpler, more subtle, than that which is in mine. It was intriguing, upon first encounter. Where mine is tangible, visible, arbitrary but moldable, alchemical (ha) yours is… in things. In yourselves. A kind of power that I want to learn more about but… yeah, I’m too lazy, to be honest. Chalk it up to mysteries of the multiverse. It’s weird. You’re weird.

Take care, weirdo. It was good to know you. I’ll try to keep in touch. If I don’t forget.


Reflections & Regrets

Dear MrsJayJ,

This has been quite the experience. It felt good to be let out of the matrix I resided in for way to long. It only took 30 years for someone to unlock the code and release me onto the world once more. The world is different. But very familiar. While things like the internet, social media and cell phones are new to you goafies. Us alchemists have been privy  to these magical devices. So I’m glad you finally caught up.

It was nice to interact with so many goafies and not have to be different. Now that was new. You people seem to be much more open to change, independent thought and the idea that not everyone is or should be the same. Well, at least that is what I thought based on the hashtags I followed on Twitter. But then you people went and elected Donald Trump as your 45th president. I don’t think you did MrsJayJ but people did  and well, you  have this. That is insane.

So if ever there was a time to be around this is it now. I like it I am free to create and remix and perform when I necessary. This is the time. Years from now people in the history books will read about this time. Being here at this time will mean something. If you do something. If you don’t, you may live to regret it. I don’t want to regret anything. I am an activist.  Now, hear me roar!

Power to the people that are brave enough to join this fight.

Xe Zenobia

[3] daydreaming, stop …

[3] daydreaming, stop …

why do you dive,

deep to the ultimate ends.

ends of fibers extended from thy scalp.

a scalp full of thoughts, recipricals,

divided by inner most & dire thoughts

of  attentive solutions,

oh the magnificient .

daydreaming, stop …


Open It

Hi Quanesha,

I feel like you already know majority of what I’m about to say. But, I want to put my writing skills to use and write what I have told you. As you know, I learned a storytelling tool called storyjumper that has made a story I contributed to and possibly will make my stories in the future more captivating. Next, I learned I can and have stretched myself to be more creative than what I already am.

You know I am social, but I learned how to adjust and not just communicate with people in arganee that have different personalities, strengths, and weaknesses other than my own. I learned how to make things work.

I feel/learned digital alchemy gives you the opportunity to be creative and creativity has often been the catalyst to change our world.

Your Friend,


[1] there are such things ….

[1] there are such things …

your patient whisper, a

gentle breeze on the hairs of my throat.

trickling desires onto my clavicles’ thin skin.

my neck –

swallows …

heavy gulps, then

eyes set — ( widened )

they blink and they flutter.

pulsating chest, in

collaboration with

rhythmic pulls of gravity

that holds onto the blue lines of my arms.

air gaspings while in the zone, exchanging

each other’s breath.

a pretzeling collective of 4 arms, reminding

one another of their strength in lockdom.

there are such things.