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An Ode to Wednesdays from a Wednesday’s Child by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] On Wednesdays, we wield words for witches.On Wednesdays, we hail those digging the ditches.On Wednesdays, we remember the children full of woe.On Wednesdays, we play the songs starting with the note Do.On Wednesdays, we won’t start any fights,but...

Swampland by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] The foreigners talk about Finland,but to us Finns the name is Suomi:"suo" means swamp, and "mi" means land. Our country should remind the foreignersabout the marshes and the creatures of the moistinstead of Santa Claus or Moomin characters,and...

Surviving Is Not Enough by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Fire in Factory Kills 148: The Boston Sunday Globe, March 26, 1911.600 Texas Children Killed: Chicago Daily Tribune, March 19, 1937.The Climate Really is Getting Warmer: Sunday Telegraph, June 8, 1958.Policing the Police: Winston-Salem Chronicle, Vol. XVIII, No....

True Colors by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] If I was a bird,how would I see the world? We humansdo not have the same kind ofUV vision as the birds,but it’s obviouswe too have our personal viewswhen evaluatingother human beings. In YOUI see the white light:your...

Diamond by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Time is limited.What do I do with mine?What will I leave behind?Did I cherish or violate the Earth?What is my special skill?Am I driving people insane, or am I making them happy?Am I like Peter who had the...