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The Blue Sun and The Label of Icarus by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] In the year 2021, the new neighborhoods are being created onwasteland or the extended strips of coastline, the basis made ofiron, concrete, and steel. The soul of the soil is not present, and the people we become,it's based...

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...

The Twelve Stories We Forgot by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] We forgot how the world - as we know it - was created.We forgot the words of the chosen few who had kept the memories clean.We forgot the ancient landscapes.We forgot that - before our birth - others...

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...