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BURNING HOUSE PRESS

Not For Profit/For Prophecy

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Emerciana Desouza

#7952 by Suzanne Fraser-Martin

I have ten minutes here,

Less than ten in this press of people, before I go through those gates

to tell you that, Berlin was beautiful, a free celebration of all love

The Self-Owners, The Island, The Girlfriend, The Schwanenberg.

Then under the strict shadow of a worded paragraph I am now a number

Scratched into my skin, my name pressed into records,

between pages and pages of names.

Before Berlin was lights and love and music, gay bars and open study

Here is mud obscuring my identity,

photographed from three angles,

in grim stripes and triangles

we become homogeneous herd, corralled into camps.

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To My Daughter by Zachary Payne

oh 200 grams of you

today they told me you will be a woman

a girl, a girl

we are having a baby girl

I will be a father

and with this great news

I’m hurt by the privilege

that exists

that continues existing

that besides all of the battles

will exist when you are born

 

remember

you don’t have to be a princess

or wear pink

(unless that be your desire)

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Rapid Eye Movement by Kevin Jackson

He who may be she

used to think playing piano

was a way to touch god, or at least

 

something beyond the window

not made of  tarmac, livid body

 

parts. Such a god, music-mother,

swaggering-string-weaver, hip-horn rooster, took him

(as teachers then stamped her,

with the authority of corridors

going nowhere), took her mind off

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