Koryu meets Chess

Not Martial Arts but Minerva's Arts. Through a Struggle, be guided by Philosophy, Faith, Art, and Science. Like a Forest from the Olive Tree that Athena, goddess of Wisdom, offered the Greek people a long time ago.

Year: 2022

POETS WAITING FOR THE CAPTURED IN ‘MORDOR’

‘Orcs’ capture the land. ‘Orcs’ capture, but he’ll be back to. ‘Orcs’ capture the land.   Three evacuation buses entered, but only one returned. From the front line town of Popasna, in eastern Ukraine’s Donbas.   ‘Orcs’ everyday advance a little further. Food supplies in Popasna are expected to run out within a week.   […]

A POET IN SKOVORODYNIVKA

The morning sunshine is sparkling and pouring into his house. A direct shell hit the roof and scattered rubbles all over.   But could not succeed to stop a 300-year-old poet. Going for a moonlight stroll in Skovorodynivka.     *Because I read the article about the Hryhoriy Skovoroda National Museum – a museum dedicated […]

POETS IN THE VILLAGES WEST OF KYIV

Was it only blind bad luck? Vanished. What does that mean? Was it only blind bad luck? Disappeared. What was that cause?   A father went out on an errand, and didn’t return. In the village of Hurivshchyna. She is waiting for her father.   “He left home and never came back. And nobody saw […]

A POET IN LYSYCHANSK

Red-brick and stone walls. Blue sky and a white cloud. The glory of the heritage. Survived two world wars.   Black smoke poured out. Red flames blazed up. Through a targeted shelling. In the school of hard knocks.   Grey ashes overspread. Charred red-brick and stone walls. Standing on the ground. The heritage of Lysychansk. […]

POETS WAITING FOR A HOSTAGE IN ‘MORDOR’

‘Orcs’ torture the land. ‘Orcs’ torture, but he’ll be back to. ‘Orcs’ torture the land.     Delivering food and medicine to her and her neighbours. Her son had just arrived. But ‘orcs’ were a few feet away.   In the town of Makhariv, west of Kyiv. On her car ‘orcs’ sprayed painting ‘V’ and […]

A POET BACK FROM ‘MORDOR’

‘Orcs’ tortured the land. ‘Orcs’ tortured, but he’s back to. ‘Orcs’ tortured the land.     Sitting on a hospital bed in Zaporizhzhya. Over a terrifying journey to ‘Mordor’ and back.   With the bandage where his toes used to be. “It still hurts. The wounds are still fresh.”   Hiding in a cold, damp […]

POETS IN BUCHA

On a day. On a cold day. On a land. On a snowy land. Keep an eye. Keep an eagle eye. Call a name. Call a dear name. And wait. And wait. And wait. Far away.   Answer yet. Answer yet. Answer yet. In Bucha.   On a day. On a calm day. On a […]

A POET ON EASTER

Celebrate our Easter, the resurrection of Christ. This year’s. In the struggles of war.   Celebrated our Easter, the resurrection of Christ. Last year’s. In the Pandemic at home.   Celebrate our Easter, the resurrection of Christ. We show the world, nothing can defeat our Ukraine.   *Because I read today’s BBC news (posted on […]

POETS FROM KHERSON

How can I get a gun against my neighborhood? How can I be mobilized by such a command?   Now I run for the border. I ran away from Kherson. Now I run for my dear life. I ran away from the terror.   How can I get a gun against my neighborhood? How can […]

POETS IN LVIV

This morning shook my home, from whole prospects of peace at hand. This morning struck me, shattering sense of safety at all. This morning pained Lviv, to decide the only move to fight at once. This morning changed land, just before to focus in Donbas.   *Because my friend sent me an email to tell […]