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The Hare Krishna Monk by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Last night, I saw a dream ofa young monk in an amusement park.In the dream, I was forced to participate ina game show- shot in the park -but I blew my chances and escaped the crowd and the...

Artificial by Paula Puolakka

[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...

Merry Christmas, John! by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] There wouldn’t be a celebration called Christmasif John the Baptist would have refused to baptize Jesus,would have refused to unlock the connection betweenthe Heavenly Father and the carpenter’s son,and if John would have denied the old prophecy,declaring himself...

On Halloween by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] The best hill to die on is the one that holds insidethe bones of my soul brother* Tyrannosaurus rex.Once, I ran next to him:I was a smaller theropod, but yet, he accepted my companysince we were both carnivores...

A Song to Heal the Earth by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] A song to heal the Earth was sung a long time ago.The throat of the troubadour was cutwhen Mr. Kaczynski was locked inside a vault. Today, the so-called saviors of Natureare manifesting change and, falsely, declaringto be the...