Windflowers

I write, I pour out my angst, My guts, my blood. This is no way to earn a living It is an opening of the heart For no ...

Was with a small group of junior youth (10 to 13 year olds) at a day camp here in Malta. My role was purely supervision. They had been give...

You can look back at relationships and see in hindsight the first hairline cracks.  You didn’t see them at the time but passion has blinke...