[tabby title="Poem"] The sun will setJust as two souls metThere’s no regretAnd it will rise, again and againEven the clouds know that they are flutters of stubborn steamEpistles were not written for sonnetsMuch as we are reminded of the rain...

[tabby title="Poem"] A self-assured progressive projectileLocked on its target like a heat seeking missileA confident smile all the whileMarvellous like a polished marble tileStrong, but fragileAn ambiguous profileTo remain unresolved, a mystery fileTrendy, always in styleSmooth like a silky textile..Recording...

[tabby title="Poem"] And winds blowWinds slow,They come andStill go.And even so. Fair blowsAnd I see a sready flowOf hopes I follow. And steps come andsteps go.Still, river flows in meAs follows. Winds fast, winds rush,As autumn comes,And leaves startTo rattle...

[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...

[tabby title="Poem"] It's dead silent in the midnightwhen moon hatchedher light on thatchedremote rural hut where labor painsflashed like lightning in the nightprovoking gushing waters and bloodstainsmummy's birth struck granny like thunderboltsweat hurried down her face as she stood bold,the...