-
By Vivi Sojorhn When I see myself in the mirror…straight forward to my eyes and big smiles, I do see the crinkles around my eyes well enough. But talking with other women, we agree that it is the photograph from any direction that tells us what we really look like. It becomes increasingly horrifying… Read more
-
Trees of Giants By Vivi Sojorhn They are a wonderful Stumps of living from so Long ago, we can only Imagine a different world In this desert of yucca and Prickly pear blossoms The tree covered the ground With dappled shadows Giants passed below Sloths, and Dire Wolves and Mamoth Families loping with North… Read more
-
By Vivi Sojorhn Breathe in and it doesn’t matter That my mind wanders to words Said in furious, vicious jabber I cannot apologize what was told So long ago. Breathe out and out. I want to shout pain of my heart. Breathe in again. I am narcissism. Copyright©Vivi Sojorhn Read more
-
By Vivi Sojorhn So young, I don’t remember when I learned of peeling mica very thin Pioneers took the grandest stones To make the windows before glass glowed The mica sparkled as if it were gold And fooled more than a few until arriving At the scale to receive their kah-ching Yet to a… Read more
-
Know the signs actually. I see them All the time…swear. Application can go wrongly at times Because I forget the five.. Who? What? How? Where? When? That morning we casually talked and I saw The Raven eating squirrel entrales, 6 feet (Who doesn’t know this means death?) from my feet, and I knew Change. The… Read more
-
Freestyle poem By Vivi Sojorhn I had a plan, but I no longer remember it. Maybe the dissonance will be exactly the right? Notes for new perspectives to surround…listen finally to the truth, accept my change, that I truly am slow go The electrical shatter of A tonic colonic, terrible unconsciousness, is not worth… Read more
-
Landay 2 By Vivi Sojorhn It smells like Aunt Sissy’s store, my childhood, my learning beauty From different eyes that still looked like all the Hankerson women. I am not explaining it well, I know. But sinking into Memory takes me to the curiosity of my childhood mind Read more
-
Haibun at The Crossroads By Vivi Sojorhn Her brow draws in too early today even as it seems no different from a week ago. She simply feels temptation arrive at her doorstep as she leaves to shop for cherries and apricots, oats and eggs. Wasn’t there more than chatting to the checkout girl? Her damaged… Read more
-
By Vivi Sojorhn The Heat Dome was so hot it reached down and melted the freeway so that it slid forward on itself like a mother’s belly does when there is no baby holding it out anymore. For whatever reason it’s called buckling. The heat bubbles crawled over me like a fat suit, only… Read more
