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The Core Family by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] The core of our family is Paula and the kids:the masculine spirit is present inthe guidelines ofMr. Wittgenstein,Mr. Kaczynski,and John the Baptist. Some big boys have tried to humiliate andpunish ussince they are not the kings ofthe unit...

The Best Sins for Sundays by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] America is full of weapons.Yet, people don't know how to handle them:the substitutes for cocks. I'm sick and tired of seeing the pictures ofthe bandana bimbos posing with the shotguns:they wouldn't even hit the barn door. I'm sick...

Halloween Wrappers by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Fold me into your heart, "you old fart,"and squeeze me like "George LeBay" would squeeze a girlin the backseat of Christine,the killer car. From "Tree" to "Shark,"from Fraggles to the Gelflings:on Halloween, Jim Henson's universe celebrates happy endings....

Jokerman by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] The memories of yellow- of kindness and mercy -are the memories of you, my friend.Soft clouds underfoot you roamed around likeJokerman from Bob Dylan's song.Now, the ghosts of borrowed shoes arethe ones keeping company withthis Puss in Boots....

Mr Dennis Eggleston’s Tarot readings by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] And in his hands, he holds the moon:the American Tarot reader and astrologer talks aboutthe ego and the goddess and how hard it is to find a balance betweenthe masculine and the feminine. The pinky ring boosts the...