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

A POET FROM SEVERODONETSK

To flee the heavily-bombed city. My “craziest journey” by bicycle unharmed.   From Severodonetsk to Bakhmut. At least two air strikes near me.   There were holes on the road. Everything there was smashed up.   It’s a frontline road, after all. Thank God, there were no corpses.   If one shell landed close then […]

A POET WITH A BABY

Sleep, my sweet heart. Sleep at home. You are my sweet heart. I am your sweet home.   Sleep, my sweet heart. Sleep at home. You are living on the breast. Today is another day.   You are living on the breast. You are living on lights. You are living on sounds. You are living […]

A POET ON A ROAD

Where am I coming? It’s a wrong road. Shot and burnt. Familiar cars need familiar faces.   Where am I coming? It’s a wrong road. Twisted and crumbled away. Familiar fences need familiar faces.   Where am I coming? It’s a wrong road. Peppered with bullet holes. Familiar doors need familiar faces.   Where am […]

A POET AT A FIRE

Pinning shadows against walls. Raise me up. Raise me up.   Feeling the breathing of fire blazes. Raise me up. Raise me up.   Creeping frozen darkness up on me. Warm me up. Warm me up.   Leading flames on my own. Warm me up. Warm me up.   *Because my friend sent me some […]

A POET AT HOME

I’m waiting for you to hear your voice. I’m praying for you to read your words. What a long long long silence is passing and passing at home.   Wherever you fight now, I’m calling your name, my dear son. Where do you fight now? My hair is turning whiter, my dear son.   Wherever […]
Author photos: Call Orestes, Dmytro Kozatskyi

A POET IN SUNSHINE

Welcome home, dear sunshine. A gracious smile. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome home, dear sunshine. Deep in the sky. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome home, dear sunshine. Long absence. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome home, dear sunshine. Face me. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome home. Welcome home. Yes, I’m alive. Yes, I’m alive.   Welcome […]
Servicemen trapped in the steelworks play chess

A POET WITH CAISSA

Where is the board? Caissa is with me. Art, only art. Her ruthless breast can move.   Endless bombardment. Without water and food. Trapped or luring? Playing chess.   Not on the Mars’ tablet. Not with the mimick troops. Developing Bishop. Castling Rook.   Manoeuvring Knight. Sacrificing Queen. Marching King. Pushing passed pawns.   Where […]

A POET FROM KRAMATORSK

How many legs? How many griefs? I’ve thought over. If I didn’t go.   How many angers? How many tears? I think over. If I didn’t go.   How many nights? How many tea breaks? I’ll think over. If I didn’t go.   How many kisses? How many hugs? Before or after. Time would heal […]

A POET IN TRANSCARPATHIA

“I like to see students. So please turn on the cameras. Please do not sleep. Mine is also almost always on.”   “They understand where I am. So, they have to get out of bed.” Says a professor in a trench. Where he dug deep with his hands.   A local celebrity in Transcarpathia. His […]

A POET FROM IZYUM

“All that time we were praying.” Numerous ‘orcs’ checkpoints. Passing through the horror.   “We thought those were our last minutes. It was extremely scary. But we were lucky.”   “Bodies were lying in the streets. We tried not to watch them to save our minds.” “The shelling was non-stop.”   “Everyone brought everything they […]