Between Ash and SnowWar has a way of clawing through time, dragging the past into the present and stitching wounds that span generations. When I finished…Dec 17, 2024Dec 17, 2024
Published inAgora24In the Valley of Moonlit Shadows — Mystery of Andrzej Mazur’s poetryIn the silent hush of Portlaoise night, I tread upon the shadowed path of Andrzej Mazur’s verse, “Lily from the Deep, Mountain-Enclosed…Aug 12, 2024Aug 12, 2024
Published inAgora24The ReserveO silence… let the departed rest, unsaid, here is the whisper… and there’s a pale stag in rut, a dream half-fed, unaware, transgressing the…Feb 20, 2024Feb 20, 2024
Published inAgora24A STREAK OF LIGHTWe ventured back, my loyal hound and I, from the edge of shadows black, where, like a serpent sly, the light did twist and ply, of the…Feb 19, 2024Feb 19, 2024
Published inAgora24THRUSH ON A BARRICADEIn a coil, my mind, a delicate embryo’s cradle, I thread through the street’s snares, a poetic wade, In squares, flowered beds, and gardens…Feb 15, 2024Feb 15, 2024
Published inAgora24All in one gulpFreedom is said to reside where no man dwells, it’s dull, lame, sore and ugly - to a point of excess.Jun 1, 2022Jun 1, 2022
Published inAgora24En route towards the pyre…We are the Generation Zero grafted sensibilities to features of the world that we cannot be sure would yield to our attempts of definition…May 30, 2022May 30, 2022
Published inAgora24Being VolkerLiterary sketches on “The mills kept grinding”May 23, 2022May 23, 2022
Published inAgora24Just a Game of appearancesMany of you were born in a safe place, in a country where war has no access, and you have never feared for the life and health of…Mar 17, 2022Mar 17, 2022