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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...

Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude! by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Check the footnotes, the members of Beastie Boyssaid to guide the listeners towards the songs they hadsampled to create their tunes.The scientists and the researchers are told to tell the names ofthose who have studied the same topics...

Walking Backwards by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Love folds me away when I’m reading the studies concerningthe Japanese WWII POW camps, and nobody is brave enough topublish the essays in which the lessons of the lack of loveand the lack of morality are portrayed so...

The Songs of Sunday by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] The songs of Sundayare put together from the observationsof the week. The same way as Larry Davidpoints out errors to improve and fix thingsI want to ameliorate life. The same way as Larry Davidis sometimes misunderstoodI am also...