A New Kind of Literary Pulse

I don’t recognize this weathered place ...  [+]

The path I know

I’ve come to know

Memorized with

Feet not eyes

 

Walking ...  [+]

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 thunder which ...  [+]

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 she pushed ...  [+]

To LeeLee

 

Beneath a storm-gray sky and the shady green pines,

We walk through the ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]

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 ...  [+]