In 2021, the world commemorates the 80th anniversary of the massacres of Jews at Babyn Yar. The present collection brings together for the first time the responses to the tragic events of September 1941 by Ukrainian Jewish and non-Jewish poets of the Soviet and post-Soviet periods, presented here in the original and in English translation by Ostap Kin and John Hennessy. Written between 1941 and 2018 by over twenty poets, these poems belong to different literary canons, traditions, and time frames, while their authors come from several generations. Together, the poems in Babyn Yar: Ukrainian Poets Respond create a language capable of portraying the suffering and destruction of the Ukrainian Jewish population during the Holocaust as well as other peoples murdered at the site.

A New Orthography by Serhiy Zhadan is the fifth volume in Lost Horse Press’s Contemporary Ukrainian Poetry Series. In these poems, the poet focuses on daily life during the Russo-Ukrainian war, rendering intimate portraits of the country’s residents as they respond to crisis. Zhadan revives and revises the role of the nineteenth-century Romantic bard, one who portrays his community with clarity, preserving its most precious aspects and darkest nuances. The poems investigate questions of home, exile, solitude, love, and religious faith, making vivid the experiences of noncombatants, refugees, soldiers, and veterans. This collection will be of interest to those who study how poetry observes and mirrors the shifts within a country during wartime, and it offers solace as well.

Romilly Winter is no ordinary heroine, just a reluctant one. She has a gift. She can see the future. But can she see far enough? The world in which she lives is under attack - the dead are rising, and evil follows her at every turn. Will she be able to save herself - and the world?" From the Diary of Romilly Winter, October 14th. "I've had two years to prepare for this. In that time, I have never told a soul. Of course, my Nan knew. She'd bequeathed me the mirror, after all. Now, maybe tonight, tomorrow, in a few days, the event that I don't want to happen with all my heart, will come to pass. I'm not ready. I know I'm not ready, and yet, it will happen nonetheless. Nan had this thing in her possession for nearly seventy years. She had told me I simply had to be at Rosewinter, prior to my sixteenth birthday no matter what objections my parents raised. She said I was 'special', and was the only one equipped to deal with what was coming. The problem is, I don't feel special, I just feel...different, and in all probability, that isn't going to be good enough. In just two days time, I will be sixteen years old, and if anything my Nan said is remotely true, I will be lucky to survive that long...." AUTHOR NOTES: Not for the very youngest of readers.