Tag: Volodymyr Yermolenko

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.

These Wounds, They Are Yours

These Wounds, They Are Yours

It is a country with wounded faces. With the scars that never healed — red rivers are still pouring out of them. Every wrinkle on their skin is a story about life and death.

The Sky and Satan

The Sky and Satan

Once, the sky was our salvation. People turned to the sky, pleading for justice. The sky could love — but could also deliver just punishment. People went to the heavens to rest in peace.

What stays with you

What stays with you

War separates you from what’s always been with you, what’s always been you. It leaves you alone with some scant remains of you. Because you are not you without the color of your walls.

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.