A new kind of literary pulse

In the country of your birth,
you learn to call redeemer,
to call magician, to call the
code... [+]

In the glow of this
neon mountain,
framing her face
like a fluorescent halo
from behind... [+]

There is a place by the ocean,
a burial site for flesh and steel
beasts
where mast meets... [+]

After, under the pylon,
power lines buzzing,
she told about sperm whales
that dive to such... [+]