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Sounds of Time

Do you hear that sound? it's the silence of conscience  patiently awaiting  a voice And what are those other sounds? the tick-tock of time the thumping of a million heartbeats the thrumming of countless pulses are they a mocking melody... Continue Reading →

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Breaking My Silence

Mary Oliver, renowned poet has died at the age of 83. She was well known for her straight-talking poetry, believing that poetry 'mustn't be fancy". This made me think of all the poetry I've read over the years...and yes, there... Continue Reading →

Perfect, At All Times

Jeffrey looked anxiously behind him. Scott wasn't there! "Scott! " he whispered fiercely in the dark. No answer. Trying to keep his pulse and his steps steady, Jeffrey strode purposefully across the garden and eased himself through the gate. He... Continue Reading →

Do You Mean It?

Writing a poem using the word 'hollow'. Now, let's see....... I thought, and thought...and voila! 'Hollow words' came to mind. You see, we use words to paint pictures of the past, present and future. They are our primary form of... Continue Reading →

The March

It's 2019, this is my first post of the year....and this is where we are. The fight for justice continues. Jakelin Maquin died in the custody of the U.S. Custom and Border Protection in December. She was 7. And again,... Continue Reading →

A year to remember…..

I want to thank everyone that's visited this site and given their support. Your contributions and comments have been a delight to read, and your encouragement has been priceless. For those friends and family that have sent me private messages......I'm... Continue Reading →

Cool, Calm…A-glow!

American Indians gave names to each of the full moons to keep track of the passing year. The names are associated with the entire month until the next full moon occurs. January happens to be my birth-month, and I've found... Continue Reading →

Peace

Emotions are the most unreliable of the human instinct - I find. They are fleeting; disappearing into the abyss just as quickly as they arrive. I constantly push them aside... just so I can see clearly. This write is more... Continue Reading →

By The River Bank

As I sit by the river bank of pain I put all my sorrows in the bags under my eyes I’ll unpack when I get home ©Vivian Zems  Real Toads 

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