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Being Ready

Gone are the days when I’d search for my courage between heartbeats or blindly along the dry walls of my mouth ..sometimes pretending I’d found it These days, I clutch it even more tightly even as thunder gathers in the... Continue Reading →

Time Passes Differently Here

Where is the sense in making peace with a past that is filled with the dry bones of death? Does it make sense to remain in this land where flesh is no longer and breath has since departed? Even the... Continue Reading →

Pilgrim’s Progress

May I never be found despising the stony hearts the concrete skies the grave errors the many problems the closed doors the sealed windows the crushed dreams and melted hopes that lined my path steering me this way and that... Continue Reading →

Wisdom’s Lessons

Beneath rich blue skies wisdom exonerates time from theft It’s not what time took but it’s what it left behind It’s the maturity of imagining what it’s like to be unbreakable .....to be remarkable This... is what wisdom teaches those... Continue Reading →

Chocolate and Vanilla

In life’s rear view Rosa refused to stand Nelson paid the price for his land King’s dream was shattered by a bullet which birthed more bullets for the chocolate man Until we said NO MORE! © Vivian Zems https://youtu.be/QIH42EbN6g4 Seeing... Continue Reading →

Just the Other Day….

The first time: Changing in the gym wrapped in a towel when: “Can you please replace these loo rolls?” rings shrilly in my ear I am so shocked I drop the key to my voice box and neither my voice... Continue Reading →

Legacy

Be as wise as water and take the path of least resistance Be as mean as water and drown all the sorrows you can find Be as patient as water and erode all the mountains over time and Be as... Continue Reading →

Observations during a Lunchbreak

A tree stares in disbelief at an axe with an unsharpened edge Unsure if its fate is to be beaten rather than chopped to death before giving birth to tables and chairs A pavement recoils in disgust that weeds and... Continue Reading →

Blood Speaks Louder

Who could have known that this was the year of reckoning? That its blank pages would fill with the battle of death and courage? That the voices of all our ancestors would start to paint the picture in part while... Continue Reading →

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