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

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 […]

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 […]