Leo Honka

Migrant Tales Literary: Would you buy a used car from PS’ Timo Soini?

Timo Soini is chairman of the nationalist populist Perussuomalaiset (PS)* party. After the most recent opinion polls showed that the political future of the PS is bleak to say the least, what will Soini do after his party returns to the minor political leagues? Will he start to sell used cars?

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Migrant Tales Literary: Peep show

Leo Honka Folks! We’re not going to visit a traditional peep show with women or men but one where all your bigotry, hate, and racism undress before you. Social media peep show sites like Hommaforum* are such places. People visit them anonymously and get all excited by their lewd thoughts. They too undress but with

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Migrant Tales Literary: When Finland kicked the shit out of tolerance

Dedicated to Eila Kännö (1921-2009)* By Leo Honka I lived in this land of Finland from a long, long time ago before it heard your steps when it could kick the shit out of tolerance and walk away with impunity with intolerance in the streets as soverign master Over anything that moved. You’d be shocked

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Migrant Tales Literary: Building a home in the sub-arctic woods

Leo Honka A well where dreams flourish splashing with ease on a slow poke painted summer afternoon which I wear with the help of a restless bow tie just before stepping on a country path that blushes from my weight. By a gentle pond that turns into serenity warned by towering trees of my presence

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Migrant Tales Literary: Six sparrows in spring

By Leo Honka Six sparrows in the woods fly through the soul but all is not lost there’s plenty of room in spring: goose is exhaled, duck now enters, learns to stay an image hare now hopes in. Late to an appointment sadness rushes out of the door as toucan paints the scene with its mighty

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Migrant Tales Literary: A father who is grand

By Leo Honka Are you now the universe, grandfather? Grandfather grand…How many planets did you see on the day you turned to dust. Did you see gliding stars  in the ethereal silence? Is death a place of fleeting regrets? Did you find those days you threw overboard? Your moribund eyes, now like an inflamed meteor

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Migrant Tales Literary: The racist and his rabid dog

By Leo Honka  The racist shows off his rabid dog on a short leash footsteps and gleaming eyes speak of  satisfaction on the pavement and media attention thanks to his rabid dog. Like flies on flypaper struggling to survive the racist too owns a rabid dog. On a short leash he walks, walks but doesn’t

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Migrant Tales Literary: Abandonment

By Leo Honka There’s a place by the heart, possibly nearer to the soul, where eyes gasp for air,  in their own pain Amid arid and warped hills Grass blades sagging like broken horses on desolate plains expanding endlessly in all directions.   Abandonment is a lonely place where I long to be. Despite the

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