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Words are inadequate to express what we feel about Ukraine. The very word Ukraine is no longer a place name. It comes heavy with imagery, haunting images, crying out for a response. The eyes of children fleeing their homes, blackened towers, charred remains of cars. Beauty replaced by ashes. “Flowers for Ukraine” is my response, a song that started as a poem. This may not seem a time for singing. There is, and is still to come, mourning and grief, a vale of tears yet to be sh

A CHRISTMAS KISS We Walked Holding hands Into the old square. Around it we sauntered, Would we REALLY dare? We smiled secretly through,...

“Lockdown at Kernewek Lighthouse” was my first fictional publication. A short story of just under 2400 words. I wrote it after what had...