Dearest reader, It is time to be embarrising once more and share some real, human written poems about life for the sake of violently hating AI. These may not be masterpieces but they are, at least, bold attempts composed by my imperfect, fallible mind that is never definite about anything. Some of them I have written at my desk in my blue room in Kuopio, others in Savonlinna at my Olavinkatu flat which by accident also has blue walls. It seems some things refuse to change.

Dearest reader, Recently, I bought a CD from one of those old fashioned music stores and it felt like living again. In a world, where convenience and personal curation is no longer desired, but expected, doing something as simple as visiting a music shop feels like a scene out of a nostalgic 90s movie. The fact that you actually have to spend time searching what you want while accidentally discovering more than what you came in for, and then, having to wait untill you get ho

Rakkain lukija, Lyhyen aamun aikaisena iltapäivänä veti vereni keväiseen metsään, joka aikailemattoman kevään ansiosta oli jo sammaleenvihreä. Tassuttelin hiljakseen yli hilpeiden purojen, säikyin lintujen rapinaa kuivilla oksilla ja kuulin kepeää ja tärkeilevää kevätlaulua kaikkialla. Ja päästyäni vanhojen kuusien hämärälle laidunmaalle, silitin erän polun viereisen yksilön satavuotiasta kaarnapintaa ja polvistuin mättäälle sen juureen etsiäkseni pudonneen kävyn, joita oli j