A New Kind of Literary Pulse

Alone
Is where the Mind and Heart
Wrestle with the icky, sticky
The dark and lost desires ... [+]

Where did you go?
Things were going so well
I don't know if we'll meet again
Nothing sure ... [+]

Painted Stories
The world’s story is an intricate
painting, a mix of yellows and blues ... [+]

Here stands my brother’s monument.
(The elder of us two)
The gleaming stone that bears his ... [+]

I desire
to determine devil from deity
People don't act with dignity
and I can't ... [+]

An essential worker,
that’s what I’ve become
Amidst in COVID
Skyrockets to the sun ... [+]

He loved her
in her snowy white,
blue eyes, bridal flowers,
and 80s hair. That hair, ... [+]

I never understood those lines about the naked woman on the roof:
roofs are already perfectly ... [+]

the water slips across my feet
like a blanket.
they held my hand,
protecting me from ... [+]

Observation: the freckles that map her body are as limitless as the stars in the night sky ... [+]

loved to read, yet I always have been ripped from the pages-
choosing oblivious eyes without a ... [+]

Get up
You try so hard to ignore it
The whisper in your head
Because you know if you heed ... [+]

My father hands me a small box when I arrive for Thanksgiving break. It is from my grandmothe ... [+]

Pain never lasts,
Wounds cannot stay--
Only as fading white lines of memory--
All is ... [+]