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 →
Let’s take our minds for a walk through leafy-green parks warmed by a thousand suns paying homage to our lungs ...crooning ballad after ballad whilst avoiding the coppers and shutting our eyes to the signs © Vivian Zems #skyloverwordlist-ballad Day... Continue Reading →
Day 11 of National Poetry Month From the UK perspective, our leaders were altogether far too slow in their response to this pandemic. Here’s how I see it.... Fobbing us off with ridiculous theories of ‘herd immunity’ delaying testing with... Continue Reading →
A park bench daring to close just one eye -as history sidles up to me “Remember freedom? Without the handcuffs of the social-distance police in your periphery?” I sigh....... as freshly trapped air thrashes in the mesh of my mask... Continue Reading →
I decided to write these haikus on a gloomy day, last week. I'd just received the news that work was wrapping up until the Corona Virus was 'gone', another 800 had just died in Italy, and our Prime Minister was... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 