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Rainbow

The world isn't always black and white. When it is, it doesn't stay that way for long. With shifting gears and an uplift in mood, grey shades percolate the landscape. A rise in hope and a flash of inspiration suffuses... Continue Reading →

The Right Voice

Faith came by hearing...and many-a-word did she hear-for many years. Affirmations of her unworthiness, laziness, and uselessness. Until the cup of disdain overflowed. With great effort, she turns to her inner voice-the fighter- hailing exultations, encouragment and hope. Slowly, she... Continue Reading →

The Daffodil

...signifies new beginnings - a turning of the page, if you will. today, a new leaf turns ¬©Vivian Zems Carpe Diem #1402 Daffodils (one-bun) The "one-bun" is invented by Jim Kacian. The one-bun is an ultra-short haibun which has just... Continue Reading →

Who? What? Why?

I'm a student of poetry. It's the only way I can put it. My first-ever poem was written on this blog a year ago (March 4th 2017- Desire.) Even then, I was amazed that I could write in metaphors....the words... Continue Reading →

Fifty Shades of “Meh!”

I don't get the furore over the Fifty Shades Trilogy. Everyone's literally got their knickers in a twist trying to get tickets to the cinema for the latest offering! Me, I read the books- and I must say- my imagination... Continue Reading →

I Am Many

I was born in one place, grew up in another and now live in another. And yet, I'm of- again- another. Where does that leave me? What memories do I dredge up when thinking of my hometown? I'll tell you-... Continue Reading →

Freedom is Never Free

I love this quote by the late Maya Angelou. History is littered with the martyrdom of heroes fighting for freedom. As the saying goes, 'you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette.'¬†And the fight still goes on.... Continue Reading →

On Handwriting….

I have very few recollections of writing as a child. That may have been because my first lessons, at the age of 6, were fraught with anxiety as I had to learn the English language the same time. As I... Continue Reading →

Winter Moon

As a little girl, reading had become my secret thrill. I'd read well past bedtime, even resorting to a flashlight under my blankets- until mum caught me, that is. My favourite stories were about witches flying on their brooms silhouetted... Continue Reading →

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