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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 →

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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 →

Essence

if perfume had an emotion it would be a violent silence evoking quantum leaps into far-off memories raking over histories with a voice of unfading notes and a presence that may cloy or dim yet, never ever leaves ©Vivian Zems... Continue Reading →

The Gardener

An excerpt for Verses of April. I wrote this to reflect the increasing rarity of care and compassion Day 4 whether to plant or to hoe the gardener takes care of his plot He tends to young plants lines up... Continue Reading →

The Promise of Days

'Tis so easy to take for granted the shape of a God-given day -as though days are as promised as the eternity of the ages -as though nights can't morph into sickness and angst as though life is an entitled... Continue Reading →

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