The year 2020 was the year grief wrapped itself around our bones and tightened its grip as thousands of spirits were ripped from flesh and hurled into the night sky The year 2020 was also the year the cup of... Continue Reading →
the chosen are called to be as cities on the tops of hills with hope beaming from between clenched teeth they reveal their courage with thudding hearts and trembling knees by being the first ones to fall © Vivian... Continue Reading →
Where are the poets when you need them? Where are the wordsmiths that cry out across the space-time continuum from the future to the present in the market square in the town halls outside places of worship in the middle of the street?... 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 →
The sun lifts her face because hope knows no reason even in lock down © Vivian Zems Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, Lock down
. "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela Though the graveyards are full and the city dumps are full and my mind is so full that thoughts cause... Continue Reading →
I search for truth on passing faces and in graveyards but find it within prison walls I search for hope etched in tea leaves but find it in abundance clogging hospital walls I search for love hidden beneath words or... Continue Reading →
Oh Dear, there’s a war inside your head and neither side can win and neither side is right but it still rages on Dear, there are ruins in your soul from an ancient civilization completely unknown The journey from mind... Continue Reading →
For many years, I lived in a cloud of darkness. Thankfully, those years are far behind me and I can now speak of them without sadness. In my upcoming book “Living on Ice“, I write of my journey through those... Continue Reading →
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