I walk through the city carrying a sack of words Some are heavy some are light and many-a-word bring delight Before I speak- I reach for my words weighing them carefully so when I hand them over -they are smooth... Continue Reading →
We walk in the wilderness adorned with literacy cloaked in sophistication yet lacking in wisdom We exult in our knowledge oblivious of our creator so - when bitten by vipers of sickness and depravity ...we seek the eyes of the... Continue Reading →
Hedge 55- a poem in 55 words
Slow to heal These scars of the heart With each beat The scars pull apart That's why heartbreaks Feel like heart-stakes Broken hearts heal Real nice and slow But When they finally do They allow fresh blood to flow And... Continue Reading →
(6 Word Story) Scars don't form on dead flesh. The End Copyright 2017 Vivian Zems
This weekend was sad as it was the funeral of a long-lost relative. I'd had the privilege of having a beautiful conversation with her 2 weeks before she passed. These were my impressions as loved ones-near and far gathered for... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 