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Rumor – A Poem from Korea

Everything was drunk With the fever of flame. I was a gray rag, drained of all color. Ms. Yoo Dong Ae, a poet from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poem Poet Yoo Dong Ae was born in Namhae, Gyeongnam Province. She graduated from Jinju Girls’ High School, Jinju National Teachers’ College, and Hansung

Geoarchaeology: Harnessing the Heritage

A sustainable strategic hand to deal with environmental change in Sindh Quratul Ain Kareem Environmental archaeology is a multidisciplinary field that studies the interactions between past human societies and their environments through the analysis of biological, geological, and archaeological data. It seeks to understand how ancient

Walking Alone – Poetry from China

Walking Alone You come from all directions Always alone You walk toward the opposite of your starting point Not knowing when you’ll return Walking alone, from childhood to old age Then from success to failure Coming from loneliness, and stepping into one’s own glory Walking alone, humming

Sandstorms affect 330 million people globally: WMO

The World Meteorological Organisation (WMO) has reported that sand and dust storms affect 330 million people in more than 150 countries worldwide, causing growing harm to both public health and the global economy. In the annual WMO Airborne Dust Bulletin, the organisation stressed the need to continue enhancing monitoring, forecasting and

My Venice – Poetry from Italy

My Venice I’d like to fill my hands Of your lighter face, Tie your splendid moons to my wrists – Ah the beautiful, reflected moons In the silent becoming -. I would like to seal in the touch – And in the lightning, in the tweak – Waters, petals and birds, Bending them into spikes In