[tabby title="Poem"] And winds blowWinds slow,They come andStill go.And even so. Fair blowsAnd I see a sready flowOf hopes I follow. And steps come andsteps go.Still, river flows in meAs follows. Winds fast, winds rush,As autumn comes,And leaves startTo rattle...

[tabby title="Poem"] When we replace the sunwith an artificial one,it's the same as trading a warm-hearted personfor a poster of a movie star. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Paula Puolakka (1982) is a Beat poet, writer, and MA (History of Science and...

[tabby title="Poem"] It's dead silent in the midnightwhen moon hatchedher light on thatchedremote rural hut where labor painsflashed like lightning in the nightprovoking gushing waters and bloodstainsmummy's birth struck granny like thunderboltsweat hurried down her face as she stood bold,the...

[tabby title="Poem"] My dear fear,Can I take a step outside please?Can I feel the wind touch my skin?Can I breathe in the air I have not breathed?Can I for my own sake take that step? Can I take a look...

[tabby title="Poem"] MEDUSA Don't gaze in the mirror, my love--Whatever that mirror may be.A fable will blind your sweet eyes,And turn you to stone as you grieve. When you crave impossible things,Remember the price you must pay:Conceiving yourself, you conceiveYour...