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Mama Bear

I love the mystery of not knowing the secret power embraced in this frame Of engaging in a moment that has already slipped into the past but lies captured before me Not knowing the depth of Mama bear’s aura that... Continue Reading →

Still Homeless

A few of us shuffle listlessly as we gaze at the tired hotel The Aztec Hotel looks to have given up (much like some of us) as we make our way slowly through its frayed and tattered doorway The hazmat... Continue Reading →

Follow the Tears

Sometimes there’s a pressure in your chest it might sit there like a rock or threaten to burst out (like some alien thing) ....and it won’t go away If you choose to visit this pressure if you dare to come... Continue Reading →

Couch Potatoes

couch potatoes in living rooms eating popcorn devouring take-outs picking toenails and surfing tv stations Often surfing the net searching for feelings to match their moods in a life that gives hugs while delivering bruises And discovering faith in the... Continue Reading →

The Way Back

Even when thousands fall even when grief lines the skies even when tears are the new rain ...the sun still pierces clouds and winds usher in new hope as the flow of healing begins © Vivian Zems #SkyLoverWordList–Deaths

Outside My Window

the tv has been cruel to me lately, with more and more bad news about the numberless souls who have departed in droves in torrents leaving behind a deluge of grief and sorrow Pushing the living into an abyss of... Continue Reading →

Stories on the Move

Let’s take our stories with us or let our stories carry us along cradling us between letters that form the padded walls of our minds Down the narrow highway straight into the river without the rude interruption  of a paragraph... Continue Reading →

The Chosen; the Fallen

the chosen are called to be as cities on the tops of hills with hope beaming  from between clenched teeth   they reveal their courage  with thudding hearts  and trembling knees by being the first ones to fall © Vivian... Continue Reading →

Silent Conversations

  What thoughts must run through the minds of grave-diggers and under-takers as exhaustion leeches from their bones ...as grief fills the air What conversation can be had between the living and the dead as graveyards fill and eyes fill... Continue Reading →

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