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

A POET IN THE FIELD OF MARS

You heard the screams. From far away. They came floating. Across the rows of the dead.   Across the rows of the dead. Over other graves. Still waiting. To be filled.     You heard the screams. From far away. They came floating. Over the rows of flags.   Over the rows of flags. To […]

POETS OVER A VIDEO CALL

A 14-year-old boy. Went to live. In western Ukraine. With his aunt.   After his mum. His granddad. His uncle and eight-year-old cousin. Were all killed in Hroza.   Many who died there. Were parents. And Hroza now is known as. A village of orphans.     “I miss you very very much.” He tells […]

POETS IN A VILLAGE OF ORPHANS

He lost his mum. He lost his dad. He lost his two grandparents. Last October.   They were all killed. In a missile attack. On his village of Hroza. In north-eastern Ukraine.   Many who died there. Were parents. And Hroza now is known as. A village of orphans.     “I still can’t grasp […]

A POET ON SECOND ANNIVERSARY

“None of us will allow. Our Ukraine to end.” ‘Gandalf the Green’ said. In an address in the capital Kyiv.   He was joined by Western leaders. In a show of solidarity. ‘Gandalf the Green’ said. In his speech on Saturday that.   While any normal person would. Want the war to end. It could […]

POETS REFUSING TO GIVE UP

It translates. As “crooked horn”. But ‘Gandalf the Green’ calls. Kryvyi Rih his “big soul and heart”.     ‘Gandalf the Green’ credits. This gritty, industrial city. With moulding. His character.   He grew up. In a sprawling block. Of flats known as. The Anthill.   “I want the war. To end soon.” She lived […]

A POET COMING BACK

As he slowly began. To regain consciousness. In his hospital bed. In Kyiv.   He realized. He couldn’t see, speak. Or feel his legs. But he could hear his wife’s voice.     Comforted. He lost consciousness again. It was a pattern. That lasted weeks.   The severely injured ‘elf’ soldier. Would wake up to […]

A POET IN A BARN

In a barn near Kupiansk. Around 15 soldiers find. The briefest of pauses. For a Christmas prayer.   The candlelight illuminates. The condensation from their breath. There’s a thin layer of snow. On the frozen soil outside.   With ‘orcs’ drones. Constantly loitering above. Large gatherings. Are dangerous.     A soldier from. The 14th […]

A POET THROUGH A WOODEN HATCH

Christmas in Kupiansk. Is a celebration. In name only. Most children have been evacuated.   There is a visceral tension. Which comes with. Living close. To the front line.     As you moved away from the market. An ease in pressure was accompanied. By a realization of how empty. The streets were.   Mostly […]

A POET AT A MARKET

Within the first hour. Of you arriving. There were two sirens. And incoming artillery fire.   This city Kupiansk was occupied. For six months. And then liberated. Last year.   However as western support. Started to wane. The ‘orcs’ began. Pushing back.     “We all live on the edge. In fear of death.” She […]

A POET RELEASED

‘Orcs’ tortured the land. ‘Orcs’ tortured, but he’s back to. ‘Orcs’ tortured the land.     A police officer in Kherson. Was not able to get away. When the ‘orcs’ invasion began. So he hid.   Then in the summer of 2022. He also disappeared. And his family. Could not find him.   He had […]