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Insanity by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] The green fields, the clean streams, the mighty cliffs,and the free birdsshould have been enoughfor our minds' eye,but we decided to be demi-godsand to fill this world with rubbish.Then, when we started to feelguilty,to sense that we had...

Surviving Is Not Enough by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Fire in Factory Kills 148: The Boston Sunday Globe, March 26, 1911.600 Texas Children Killed: Chicago Daily Tribune, March 19, 1937.The Climate Really is Getting Warmer: Sunday Telegraph, June 8, 1958.Policing the Police: Winston-Salem Chronicle, Vol. XVIII, No....

The Soul Sister of Wittgenstein by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Each word that comes out of your mouthis a potential swear word. Each word on the paperhas the potential to blow up somebody’s fuse. Words are a question of taste,revealing the mindset, the heart, and the soulof both...

True Colors by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] If I was a bird,how would I see the world? We humansdo not have the same kind ofUV vision as the birds,but it’s obviouswe too have our personal viewswhen evaluatingother human beings. In YOUI see the white light:your...

Nomen est omen by Paula Puolakka

[tabby title="Poem"] Nomen est omenand we all have a place in society.Why is somebody named Judas?Why is somebody named Cain?Are we judging people through the stigmatatheir names are holding?Are we putting shame on them withoutasking them, how are they feeling...