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.

Author: Kurama

Waka is 'the music of the Primes'

A POET TRACING

‘Orcs’ captured the land. ‘Orcs’ captured, but he’ll be back to. ‘Orcs’ captured the land.     Behind the white walls. Of St Andrew’s Church. Where many were buried in. A mass grave during the occupation.   There is now a memorial wall. Of metal plaques. So far it displays. 509 names.     ‘Orcs’ […]
Waka is 'the music of the Primes'

A POET ESCAPING FROM CAMP RADIANT

“I calculated that. I had more chance of surviving. Under shelling than. If I stayed in that cellar.”   “They’d already. Put the gun to my head. What would it cost them. To pull the trigger?”     Across the road. From Camp Radiant. Behind a church spattered. With shrapnel damage.   A corner of […]
Waka is 'the music of the Primes'

A POET IN HOSTOMEL

It is easy to miss. The killing spot. At first. In the gloom.   But in a cold. Damp basement. On the edge. Of the woods.   That made Bucha. A popular. Get-away spot. Before the war.   Five ‘elves’ men. Were forced. To their knees and. Shot in the head.     What happened? […]

A POET PLANTING

She shows you. Purple crocuses. And bluebells. In neat rows.   And the green shoots. Of daffodils. Then she leads you. Past the porch.   Where her husband was shot. Through a wooden gate. Onto the plot of land. Where she buried him.   “Look how many. Tulips are coming out!” She points towards the […]

A POET IN A STALEMATE

There are few places. From where you can see. ‘Orcs’-occupied territory. With the naked eye in Ukraine.   The western bank. Of the Dnipro river. In the city of Kherson. Is one of them.   You can’t see. The ‘orcs’ troops on the other. Low, marshy riverbank. But you know they’re there.   On the […]

A POET UNDER AN ARCHWAY

There are few places. From where you can see. ‘Orcs’-occupied territory. With the naked eye in Ukraine.   The western bank. Of the Dnipro river. In the city of Kherson. Is one of them.   You can’t see. The ‘orcs’ troops on the other. Low, marshy riverbank. But you know they’re there.   In a […]

POETS IN A LIVING ROOM

There are few places. From where you can see. ‘Orcs’-occupied territory. With the naked eye in Ukraine.   The western bank. Of the Dnipro river. In the city of Kherson. Is one of them.   You can’t see. The ‘orcs’ troops on the other. Low, marshy riverbank. But you know they’re there.   Incoming artillery […]

A POET BELIEVING

“But maybe being. Enslaved by ‘Mordor’. Is more frightening? Now we see death.”   “It’s very difficult. Very difficult. But there is no way back. We can’t give up.”     On the edge of Cherkasy. There is a cemetery. With a long line. Of recent graves.   They’re for the men. Of all ages. […]

POETS FROM KAKHOVKA

“But while he is in hospital. I can sleep calmly. I can’t sleep. When he is on the front line.”   “So I am glad. My son is in hospital now. Although I really shouldn’t say this. I’m glad he’s not at the front.”     Away from. The eastern front line. There are signs […]

A POET IN CHERKASY

He is a conscription officer. Looking for. Soldiers for. ‘Elves’ army.   But almost two years. Into ‘orcs’ full-scale invasion. There’s no flood of volunteers. To the front line anymore.     When he and his patrol hit. The streets of Cherkasy. Men often swerve. To avoid them.   Most of those. Who wanted to […]