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Follow the Tears

Sometimes there’s a pressure in your chest it might sit there like a rock or threaten to burst out (like some alien thing) ....and it won’t go away If you choose to visit this pressure if you dare to come... Continue Reading →

Tugging Corners In Silent Speak

So, I've been working on (and nearly finished editing) Smiles Under Pillows. This is the part I absolutely detest. Anyhow, I've been struggling with a foreword and have scrapped several ideas; nothing seems to work. So, I decided to turn... Continue Reading →

Wondrous Tears

I revel in the wonder of tears that fall - right as rain unto fresh cut meadows not caring if they were born  of  deep joy or many sorrows I’m awed at the tranquil vibe of the exhausted sigh  carried... Continue Reading →

By The River Bank

As I sit by the river bank of pain I put all my sorrows in the bags under my eyes I’ll unpack when I get home ©Vivian Zems  Real Toads 

So Much….

I've had my Dad on my mind lately. He was always there for a kind word and ...everything else. God rest his soul. There is so much pain when a person dies from the top of your head to the... Continue Reading →

Facewash

If she had dared consider her plight she would’ve given in to anguish at the dashing of her dreams   her voice would thicken with emotion if she’d dared to speak and her fears would’ve destroyed her   Time had... Continue Reading →

Crossing the Threshold

June 15th marked the end of exam season in the UK. Thousands of students, my son included, sat their school- leaving exams (GCSE’s). In our household, it was also a landmark because the baby of the house had crossed this... Continue Reading →

Stemming the Tide

Rain beats at my window trying to get in I won't let the drops touch my skin Their desire - to beat me into blind submission -to mix with my tears making a sad precipitation So nothing...but nothing will make... Continue Reading →

The Power of Tears

Resting stoically on a hill are two boulders that once were known as one Shorn by the constant dripping of the sky's tears and dry throat of the earth Opening up over time as stony hearts tend to -after years... Continue Reading →

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