Wake up and Smell the Coffee; Poems, Short stories, Bite-size news- old and new .....Because I Have a Voice!
“His mind’s all black thickets and blood” from Songs of Unreason I once knew a man who spoke in tongues of flaming fire But you’d never guess from his charming persona A forked tongue of charm and harm- murmuring... Continue Reading →
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"The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting insane instructions. That’s why I ran to the woods.” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason The world that used to nurse us wait...what?.....when? now keeps shouting insane instructions did... Continue Reading →
As the sun stretches its finger rays -peace seeks escape to brighter days seeking souls with common sense rather than stupid space defence ©Vivian Zems dVerse Poets MTB-Frank hosts tonight urging solstice couplets and I'm using this opportunity to register... Continue Reading →
“I see today that everyone on earth wants the answer to the same question but none has the language to ask it.” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason Kettle whistles Migrant children in the US: The bigger picture explained... Continue Reading →
“Love is raw as freshly cut meat, mean as a beetle on the track of dung” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason ..and I recall the day we got stuck in that elevator...all those years ago For awhile, we were... Continue Reading →
Should I cease to write -I would be desiccated -a homo-sapien husk They would moisten fleshy lips crowing, "Look! Exhibit A!" ©Vivian Zems Poets United- Midweek Motif- Human/Homo-sapien Colleen's Tanka Tuesday- Dry and Wet synonyms
“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.” ... Continue Reading →
Blessed are those who’ve been to hell and back -barefoot, they traverse hot coals and still stay on track Blessed are those who’ve been purified by fire -they are observed with glow in their aura -as they cycle through life... Continue Reading →
We’ll know as children again all that we are destined to know, that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far” ~ Jim Harrison from Death Again On those warm sunny days under cerulean skies... Continue Reading →
