The Vaucluse, 12 March 2022

In the next town south from us, our fruit and vegetable merchant is gathering donations of foodstuffs, bedding, diapers etc that someone with a truck will deliver to Ukraine, or keep until the first refugees arrive. The town hall is compiling a list of families who have volunteered to put them up. That is the town I can see out my small attic window, red-roofed, peaceful, rising to a mound. Between us and them, cherry orchards will soon be in bloom.

I’ve just had two poems published on line in Literary Matters, one called ‘Blackberry Clafoutis’ and the second is ‘Jimmy.’ I hope you enjoy reading them.