Madness is all around us, and we're haunted by its multiple heads that hurl echoes of love, despair, and regret into the caverns where we fade. The world is burning, but crickets still keep their symphony...

There may not be beauty in suffering, but there are always glimmers of hope. This message could not be any clearer than in R. Ryöväri's poetry collection titled Sleepless on top of the Mountain. In her...

Madness is all around us, and we're haunted by its multiple heads that hurl echoes of love, despair, and regret into the caverns where we fade. The world is burning, but crickets still keep their symphony...