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.
Nothing, my lord. Nothing. Nothing, my lord. Nothing. An ‘elf’ mother. Who fled to England. With her children. At the start of the war. With ‘Mordor’. Says she is proud of. Her son after he joined. Their country’s war effort. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the […]
An ‘orcs’ call-up poster. Urges the local population. In occupied Melitopol to “defend. The Motherland, professionally”. A leaflet, in a tree. In Crimea shows. An ‘elf’ woman in a vyshyvanka. Defiantly saying “Not yours”. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, […]
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!’ Some 200km along. The coast of the […]
An ‘orcs’ call-up poster. Urges the local population. In occupied Melitopol to “defend. The Motherland, professionally”. A leaflet, in a tree. In Crimea shows. An ‘elf’ woman in a vyshyvanka. Defiantly saying “Not yours”. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, […]
Through the Looking-Glass. And what Alice found there. The chessmen were walking about. Two and two! Through the Looking-Glass. And what Alice found there. White Pawn to play. And win in eleven moves. ‘For instance, now,’ ‘There’s the King’s Messenger. ‘He’s in prison now. Being punished;’ ‘And the trial doesn’t even. Begin […]
However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to go on: ‘for I certainly won’t go back,’ she thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square. ‘This must be the wood,’ she said thoughtfully to herself, ‘where things have no names. I wonder I wonder what’ll […]
She is from. A village. In ‘elves’ southern. Zaporizhzhia region. It was occupied. At the start of. The full-scale invasion. Of 2022. Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu; He’ll shape his old course in a country new. She is now. In the UK. But her parents are. Still […]
Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy wheel! turn thy wheel! “You won’t like. What I’ve got to say. People like you kill. If you tell them the truth.” “If you tell them the truth.” One person told you. Via direct message. On social media. Take vantage, heavy eyes, […]
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!’ “‘Orcs’ are trying to. Ban everything. ‘Elves’ […]
The Mavka diaries. Vividly illustrated stories. Written by individual members. And published by the group. On social media. Present poignant accounts. Of life under ‘orcs’. War and occupation. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. […]
