THIS POEM WAS UPDATED Where is your heart, Riikka Purra? Did you throw it away in a trash can? Or did you hungrily devour it after you saw your first refugee The bricks that line your political path will turn red hot and melt your shoe soles; even if you can only be tall for
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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?
Read on »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
Read on »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
Read on »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
Read on »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
Read on »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
Read on »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
Read on »Finland also locks up asylum seeker children
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- A child in the Joutseno Immigration Removal Center.
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