Tag: Strength

Confession of a poet after a year of war

Confession of a poet after a year of war

If you think of yourself as a poet or a poetess and you are considering taking this path seriously, most likely sooner or later you will ask yourself this question: what can I do for poetry?

The Thorn Birds

The Thorn Birds

Azovstal is well-known not only in Ukraine. This steel plant is almost ninety years old. For ninety countries across the world, it has been a top producer of steel, mainly exported to Europe.

People Are Coming Back

People Are Coming Back

People are coming back to their villages and towns. They return home, even though they often no longer have one. Their homes turned into skeletons.

Land

Land

This is our land. The land into which you grow roots — knee-deep, waist-deep, shoulder-deep. The land where you stand your ground and which you will never leave.

The Land Hugs Us

The Land Hugs Us

This land, it is embodied in voices. It’s embodied in bodies, souls, and eyes wet from rain and tears. In the steps you take, measuring the space you will never give away.

Our Daily Bread

Our Daily Bread

In Western Ukraine, we are Greek Catholics, and we are very religious. Every Sunday, every church in Lviv, Ternopil, Ivano-Frankivsk, and Volyn regions is packed with believers for a morning mass.

The Ukrainian Sacrifice and Cucumbers

Recently I have taken a habit of starting my morning by reading a random paragraph from the legendary book by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves, and reflecting on it during the day.

Correction of Victories

Everyone knows the phrase “error correction”, but hardly anyone practices correction of victories. But understanding the way the goal was achieved and being able to repeat this experience multiple times is one of the keys to success.

Fugue of Life

“I don’t really like it when someone recites my poems,” says one of the poets invited to the talk. “But when I wrote a poem about the war and saw a girl reciting it and loading her machine gun, it was rather impressive.”
The poem kept repeating: “Speak to me, speak to me…”