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For Horn-Grabbers Only

Even when shadows seem to drown in the uncertainty of life -even when the sun rolls off the horizon like a coin off a table -even when the ocean beats and roars at the rocks Life still has a sweet... Continue Reading →

Lost in the Woods

In the brush of the forest pain comes out as a sigh in answer to a question that falls as a tear The trees whisper to me but I have no ears and I must listen I have no mouth... Continue Reading →

The Food We Eat

Can bitter words poison the bearer? Do sweet words nourish? Is a silence that is no longer quiet filled with the acrid taste regret? At any given time on any given day there is flavour to be found in every... Continue Reading →

Decisions…decisions

To burn the midnight oil or curl up early? To cover my grey hairs or put my wisdom on display? To cycle in the rain or embrace the comfort of my sofa? To pay my bills or pretend they don’t... Continue Reading →

S’truth!

Wrapping me in warmth hurting me in parts unknown the burning truth © Vivian Zems (Haiku) Poets United-Truth (in honour of Ghandi's birthday)

But Still, I Skate

The ground has changed its texture from soft grass to treacherous ice Shoes morph into skates With these-I navigate my destiny oblivious to the holes that yawn beneath the surface But still I skate Guided only by a primal instinct... Continue Reading →

Sirius et al

Scattered from north to south dotted like confetti a night sky- rich as velvet holds her children in her mouth Sirius holds dominion over Canopus and Rigil and all others follow suit -watching their brothers to see who will obey... Continue Reading →

Now Literate

When I was very  young, I  clearly remember not speaking a word of English. My older brothers would laugh and ask my mum, "What did Viv just say?" I thought they were the odd ones. Needless to say, my mum- being a... Continue Reading →

Black Market

Summer of 1985, and the Ethiopian sun bakes my head as I wait for our driver to pick me up from school. Waiting for mummy to come back from her shopping, I’m hungry and practice my break- dance moves in... Continue Reading →

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