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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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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 →

Day 10 : A Poet’s Function

In these last days poets are like creatures raised who rail against stupidity against inhumanity and against death and destruction ..as we try to make sense of it all But they also serenade us with love and laughter tempt us... Continue Reading →

The Place of Power

It's that space in the ether- full of riches It's a silence filled with charged hope It's the suppressed laugh with a lip that twitches It's where mind and body run to elope It's solitude- that rare gift for a... Continue Reading →

Grounded

  What do I know of power? I cannot fathom its texture or dimensions Is it loud? Does it growl….or shake its fists at passers-by? No, I do not know power But... I do know survival It's staying one step... Continue Reading →

Neighbourliness

God had the right idea when he prescribed a utopia for all near and far Love thy neighbour as thyself (He said) Don't leave them forgotten like an old book on a high shelf "Mourn with those who mourn rejoice... Continue Reading →

All in the Timing

There's a rumour going around that there's a time for this and a time for that I hope that when I catch up they'd have added a time to smell the coffee or a time to remove rose-tinted glasses or... Continue Reading →

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