A New Kind of Literary Pulse

Who can walk today
when leaves leapfrog across the boulevard
and swirl recklessly round each ... [+]

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

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

A silky warm scent coats the air.
Soft layered rose tutus push
their blush pale skirts
to float ... [+]

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