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To all of the women and children of Ukraine — My dears. Throughout history, women have borne witness to the catastrophes of humanity. Our sisters before us have stood the tests of war and time as the ones who keep our families, our communities and countries together while our men fight for our just causes.
I started writing this poem years ago, but left it half written and couldn’t bring myself to find a way to finish it, mostly because I didn’t know how it should end. Today I did… Sitting here in this airport just look at me,In a wheelchair bandaged I can hardly see;My long journey home I... Continue Reading →
There is an artist I know but only distantly,Whose paintings are perfection, most consistently;Whenever I see what they paint and then post,I must find a glass to raise in which to toast.Not sure which I am applauding, is it artist or piece,Unable to decide my favorite, I just indulge in the feast;Of passion, of beauty... Continue Reading →
I have received some feedback from quite a few people who tell me they were not happy with the ending of this story and what happens to Jackie Hemingway. So I have written an alternate version which has subtle changes peppered throughout, so even if you have read it before, read it again from the... Continue Reading →
As she walked home alone Jackie noticed several people standing outside of her building. Among those waiting she saw a somewhat familiar face. It was someone she had only met as a fan of her books who persistently asked for her autograph. His name was Eric Steven Walker and though she often saw him as... Continue Reading →
Harry “Breaker” Morant was known in Australia as perhaps the most skilled horseman and horse breaker of his day, hence his nickname - The Breaker. Peter Handcock was married but known to be a ladies man. George Whitton was a young idealist. He wrote a book about the whole matter called, Scapegoats of the Empire,... Continue Reading →
The following was excerpted and rewritten from a conversation between Jackie Hemingway and artist Jennifer Dunham on paying your dues as an artist.No artist ever worth a damn painted one painting and became rich and famous.Even if it is hard to do so, try to look at it this way — the starving artist helps... Continue Reading →
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