A New Kind of Literary Pulse

I wedge myself between the Hondas,Giving up my place to him,Moving slowly and with help.Pant legs ... [+]

you say "rabbit rabbit"— it's the first day of the month I was born in, and I kiss you as if you ... [+]

your macbook open on untreated pine coffee brimming with a milky fern cashmere sweater hugging you ... [+]

The seashells near the ocean where I grew up are storytellers. Every morning, feet burning in the ... [+]

I was born, Mom says, dollhouse- ready, pre-Barbie hair a field of curls, the early bird that ... [+]

This dictionary defines "rooihout" as a South African tree on page 2624; "aasvogel," a vulture, is ... [+]

The girl upstairs doesn't know How old I am. I mean old old old I don't know either,  I sit in my ... [+]

It begins in the back  garden. ripping up weeds against resistance like being 8 years old again ... [+]

The intricate sounds of Orozco's Guitarra and   the beep, beep, from passing automobiles fill  ... [+]

Noun. Consistency in one's personhood regardless of externalities.II cannot escape theveil on my ... [+]

Sure, a few of the vowels are missing,but I'm no dummy,though rushing toward the nextinconsequential ... [+]

Holy is the thingon its slow dance across the night,all chalk-faced and beaming,filling the ... [+]

Here we go tra-la-la Fixing the house, hammer in hand The soles of our feet stained to match The ... [+]

A silky warm scent coats the air.Soft layered rose tutus pushtheir blush pale skirtsto float and ... [+]

There was a wildertinge to the air—purple-scented, fennel fronds shaking green as partiesfiligreed ... [+]

I went to Philadelphia to see the house that I grew up in. It's being demolished to make room Fo ... [+]