Author: Kurama

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 […]

“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 […]

“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 […]

‘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.   […]

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 […]

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 […]

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. […]

‘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 […]

‘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 […]

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 […]