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Vivian Zems

Mum, author and dentist is how I describe myself. I love creating pictures from words. Sometimes a painter, other times a weaver- words are my tool; trying to create something beautiful. When I was nine, my dad introduced me to audio books. I was hooked. With his guidance, I fell into a world where words became life simply by weaving them together. So here I am, living out my passion- reading and writing! Enjoy the ride with me 😁😁

Morning Observations

It’s 5 AM and the streets are quiet. I park my car by a corner-shop and pause to search for change. Passing me, in a crab-like walk, is a man. His head bobs and lolls as he shuffles down the... Continue Reading →

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The Pilgrim Poet’s Progress

On the way to purpose is a road paved with plans -with potholes of mistakes and puddles of complication And just to add some spice.... are a myriad of land mines that are guaranteed to blow up your life But... Continue Reading →

A Spark

-Rupi Kaur Even if you are labelled as unworthy even if you are dragged into the dark even if you despise your own weakness even if you are beaten in body in mind in spirit Even if your mind unravels... Continue Reading →

Let’s Bury Our Heads

If the mind of the flesh is death and the mind of the spirit is life and peace then surely the voice of silence is an abyss of empty darkness while heads buried in the sand (maybe from fear) (maybe... Continue Reading →

Decisions…decisions

To burn the midnight oil or curl up early? To cover my grey hairs or put my wisdom on display? To cycle in the rain or embrace the comfort of my sofa? To pay my bills or pretend they don’t... Continue Reading →

Dancing In The Dark

My face doesn’t betray my heart neither does my pulse thrum too many beats apart For, when I dance in the shadows making light of my plight I waltz with gusto urging my spirit to take flight So, though my... Continue Reading →

My Father’s Land

In my father's land are streets paved with gold - serenading many mansions Mine is the beauty on the hill on the edge of a magical lake that cradles the moon and reflects the night sky Fireflies delight in painting... Continue Reading →

Ride or Die

I've recently taken up cycling- in a desperate bid to avoid medication my doctor keeps threatening me with. It's been an adventure of thrills and spills that have had me laughing (very hard) at myself and reveling in this new... Continue Reading →

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