September 29, 2022
In the early hours of the morning, the air-raid siren sounded, but we decided to ignore it. Rockets did not hit Lviv that day; we survived, and we had one more day to be young.
October 6, 2022
Whatever we feel as human beings, some poet down the years has distilled that emotion or experience into its elemental form. Poetry is language at its most perfect, the ultimate diviner of the human spirit. If we need solace, poetry will console us. If we need joy, poetry will take our soul and let us fly.
October 19, 2022
"I’ve been in prison a week and a stranger keeps telling me he’s going to kill his wife."
November 17, 2022
Creative Non-fiction: "People have got their corner here, however modest, and they get on with it, despite all that is stacked against them, all that is thrown at them."
November 24, 2022
Fiction: “And as my body lay still, waiting for my heart to be healed, the mist, the lonely shivering feeling of being lost, huddled together, looking for a way out, came to me.”
December 4, 2022
the small village where I spent the months from June to August as a child is now occupied by Russians
December 4, 2022
I left Donetsk when it started there. Escaped with my two children. My ex-husband’s on the other side.
February 6, 2023
Shortly after I left my job, a friend said she was surprised, she thought I cared. I told her I left because I cared.