A New Kind of Literary Pulse

On Sunday morning the air is sweet,
orange zest and poppy seeds and
flour pushed across the ... [+]

Crack goes the skies in a glorious blaze –
And so does my heart warm.
The thunde ... [+]

There is hurt here
But there is hope too
These walls were built with both
And they ... [+]

Look at me in this place.
This place I wanted to choke
for so long that I have now let ... [+]

My Body, My Home
 
I.
 
Can I come over tonight?
Yes
 
  ... [+]

The truth about Dorothy
is that she maybe was right in the words she spoke
as ... [+]

To LeeLee
 
Beneath a storm-gray sky and the shady green pines,
We walk through ... [+]

Can you clean out your brain of depression
Like you clean out your room of dirty clothes? ... [+]

I just want to be there,
home,
with my arms wrapped around you as you lay on my chest ... [+]

Home 
 
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The fire sings its lullaby of crackles in the fireplace.  ... [+]

The Walls surround me.
They shrink closer with each breath.
Space is shrinking, air is ... [+]

home built around hearth. body
full of brutal architecture ... [+]

Everyone’s talking about me, mum
I feel so alone
They told me to get in the cage if I ... [+]

I put one foot in front of the other
On a cold saturday morning ... [+]

How we act, walk, stand

Is reflected to the world

We’re windows to home

Please tell me,
when you tightened my shackles
with ... [+]

Start with four walls and a roof
Add a floor, some windows
A door to get inside
Put ... [+]

I like your cold mouth 
on my neck 
Right after you brushed your teeth 
The ... [+]