A New Kind of Literary Pulse

I love it when women speak to me

kindly in languages I do not know. A silent dragonfly ...  [+]

They find home in open water

The salmon
They do

Chum, sockeye, king, silver, pink ...  [+]

While the Mighty One waits with arms spread like wings,
the weight of the world bends the bones ...  [+]

If these walls could talk
endless rhythms and lyrics
of what I bared my children
what would ...  [+]

And on the 8th day
God said let there be transboy
Let there be man forced to spill his blood ...  [+]