Apr 19

Tonight, the pain of fighting obscures every star.
The moon is the color of blood gushing from the wounds of the dead.
The sky is a deep bruise covering life’s desolation.
Each trembling unfulfilled hope flutters and blindly gropes,
in lost and hopeless suffering.
The heart of the earth has stopped…

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Mar 8

WOKE

In answer to the recent objection to Enid Blyton by followers of WOKE, I say this:

“A blight on the people of woke,

most of whom I could choke.

Their odd sense of wrong, is a very old song.

Such bothersome, querulous, folk!”

I loved Enid Blyton’s books. They…

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Janice Konstantinidis

Janice Konstantinidis

I am a lover of fine cheese, my two dogs, my garden, knitting, and my beautiful daughter, whose intelligence, courage and determination make me so very proud.