A New Kind of Literary Pulse

Fireworks rupture the smoke
gold stars like sky-sealed approval
burst trickle down
green ...  [+]

She ties on her daughter's wings made not
of wax, leather, eagle feathers, but of
paper, ribbon ...  [+]

she tasted the sweetness of
the morning dew,
and spread her arms
in the wind, while
the ...  [+]