I first wrote this poem years ago, but it returned to me after learning of the recent death of a young Ukrainian woman following a car accident. She was very close to her mother, who rushed to her side in hospital. I post it now in their memory, and in honour of that bond. NO [...]
My would-be father was murdered at the age of thirty. Peter Donald Fox, British journalist, shot dead on the beautiful island of Cyprus, the place where the goddess of love was born. But the terrorist who killed Peter was full of hate, not love. I don’t know what kind of gun he used, because the [...]
Wendy Skorupski 