An Island by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] "What day is it?" asks the man, who has been institutionalized for30 years.A new day- another day -pushes him into the vast newness,and in the uncontrolled stream of"don't do that" and "do this,"he feels that no man is...

Blue Flame / Blue Butterfly / Blue Flash by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] I'm walking into the dream with the Blue Fairy:the ordinary mythical creatures of the subconscious mindare the models of our real-life likes and dislikes,and the Blue Fairy is here to teach me. "Who is your favorite person?" she...

Planning December by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Planning December starts from the Chanukah cards:they are the notes to say,"May your heart be full of light. I love you." The prisoners are the missing ones:the splurge does not touch them,and they are unable to sit at...

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...