All Hail the Writers in Ukraine Today, I read someone’s ode to her Medium Family. Her post dredged up something I have been pondering for some time now. You can complain about the platform, algorithms, whine, whine, whine, moan, moan, moan, blah, blah, blah all you want. So you know…

A Real Time Experience from russia’s War on Ukraine 05:37 This is my missive on the morning missiles from the Muscovites. Vreem! Vroom! Sounds singing over our heads in our slumber. We slept through the Air Raid Alarms as many here do. That’s how the malicious malcontent marauders murder more…

Life at St. Volodymyr’s Cathedral August 29, 2023 in Kyiv was unseasonably hot, somewhere in the mid-90’s. Usually, the air is cool by now. Maybe global warming is real. This piece is not about any of the rational things of humanity. In the morning, I took the dog when there…

A War Poem from Ukraine Heather blooms upon the moors Cossack bands and Scottish clans Fight for freedom in many ways Death comes quick at their hands And first the blood will flow As enemies fall down dead A bloom of life soon to grow Sit with our warriors…

A Poem from Ukraine During War

Yea, sister, you hit the proverbial nail on the head. The thing is, nobody outside Ukraine will really understand unless they have lived it themselves or are combat veterans of other wars. Living within war and allowing yourself to also live outside it simultaneously is not for the faint hearted…

A Poem for Ukraine The Blue and the Gold once flew over my high school We wore those colors with pride in football fields Our Thundering Herd ran over foes in shoulder pads Blue and Gold colors always in my life on this earth What colors they are, vibrant and true Ukraine…

Devil Dog, I got so sick of answering those questions while the Battle of Kyiv was raging and the streets here were empty. I had been off Facebook for 2 years and got back on because the individual frantic text messages were beginning to piss me off more than the…

War Poem from Kyiv Quiet streets of Kyiv, peaceful just after dawn This brave city refuses to be anyone’s pawn. Tree branches rustle and a Raven falls with a thump Dead on the ground or did it just miss a jump? Raven lays still seemingly dead, no one to mourn Later…