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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.

Archive List for AS A POET

A POET IN A VOICE

As singing a word. As playing a character. My voice is streaming. How far in the world?   How far in the land? How far in the sea? How far in the air? How far in the war?   As singing a word. As playing a character. My voice is streaming. How far in the […]

POETS IN TORTURE CHAMBERS

At one police station. In recently liberated Kherson. Each cell tells. Its own story.   Some have clothes strewn everywhere. One has a burnt-out bed. Another has dog bowls. And rubbish strewn everywhere.   In one, an ‘orcs’ flag lies. In the centre of the floor. In cell number six is. Her story.     […]

POETS IDENTIFYING

The unidentified remains of some of. Those killed in Izyum are. Being kept in a container. In Kharkiv.   A pathologist leads the way through. The dimly lit corridors of his morgue. Past windows covered with sandbags. To a large white container in the back yard.   As soon as its heavy metal door. Is […]

A POET IN AN AGONISING WAIT

After her turn. She pauses in the middle of the room. Hand over her mouth. Like she’s stifling a sob.   Her sister and nephew were killed. In an ‘orcs’ airstrike. On their block of flats. In early March.   They’d been sheltering. In the basement. Where they thought. They’d be safe.   She managed […]

A POET AS NO. 319

A poet was detained. And interrogated. By ‘orcs’ forces in late March. Then released.   The next day. Witnesses saw two soldiers. Leading him away again. They say he shouted.   “Glory to Ukraine!” Then he was bundled. Into a car. With a Z on it.   When his skeleton was recovered. From the pine […]

POETS HAUNTED

On Tuesday. A hospital maternity ward was shelled. No-one was hurt but. It has further escalated fear among people.   Kherson is a city haunted by. Relentless and indiscriminate attacks. The city was liberated. On 11 November.     A thirteen-year-old made. A heart shape with both her hands. Waving goodbye to. Her best friend. […]

POETS STANDING SHOULDER TO SHOULDER

Fathers and sons serve. On the same frontlines. How was it for a 22-year-old? At least at the very beginning.   Fathers and sons serve. On the same frontlines. How would it go on for a 22-year-old? His father would face a different fate.     On the first day. Of the invasion. He stood […]

A POET ON CHRISTMAS EVE

“Let’s endure this winter. Because we know what we are fighting for.” “Freedom comes at a high price. But slavery has an even higher price.”   “Let’s endure this winter. Because we know what we are fighting for.” “The world must see and understand. What absolute evil we are fighting against.”   “We endured at […]

POETS IN LADYZHYN

After more than a week. Of living in the freezer. People are praying ‘orcs’ missiles. Do not strike again.   Losing access to all sources. Of warmth has been a fear. For many ‘elves’ who live. Far from the front line.   Wood-burning stoves. Keep young and old warm. In the town of Ladyzhyn. The […]

A POET CALLED KARAYA

With the call sign Karaya. An ‘elf’ military pilot. Shot down five Iranian drones. Over Vinnytsia and ejected.   With the call sign Karaya. He is already waiting for. A new aircraft. A little more – and he returns to the ranks.     He worked in the sky. Of Vinnytsia region. The fifth target […]