Continue reading “ULTRAVIOLET: Table of Discontents”An issue replete with luscious adjectives and flights of form
Continue reading “Two poems 🍞🥖 by Sennah Yee”… sunny-side-up quail eggs on tiny slices of rock-hard baguette…
Continue reading “I’ll Be With You Soon by Jacob Wiebe”Words spoken through blood-wetted lips, old words older than old stars rolling cold and heavy across the calloused skein of the sky to ends unknown, to wherever stars go, wherever they end, or so she had been told.
Continue reading “The dishes are clean, the sun is set by Fan Wu”
I am going back to the beginning place before sun and sky and sea, before the slit discloses difference, before the shock of time abides…
Continue reading “Excerpts from The Torture Garden by Octave Mirbeau & Pornographia by Jean-Baptiste Del Amo”… life itself, the perfect composition of flesh elevated into a cathedral of fluids and organs, into a little god of misery.
Continue reading “Two micros and a translation by Line Stockford”Serpent is truth, and so despised. No flattery, no eyelashes, no need, take what you will.
Continue reading “Two micros by Stevie Aechelimi Spikes”biting the inside of my mouth i am more gum than smile, because even on the internet i don’t know how to say no in the breathless space of a text message
Continue reading “Prism 1 & 2 by Kenneth M Cale”ciphers small
upon a plinth
Continue reading “Excerpt from The Book of Khalid by Ameen Rihani”… the Soul of a philosopher, poet and criminal. I am all three, I swear…
Continue reading “transmogrification by Sara Campos-Silvius”I will be something utterly, gloriously new…
Continue reading “Excerpt from Christ by Sadakichi Hartmann”Thought and feeling are forgotten, only the body lives!
Continue reading “Holy Water (Overflow) by Colin Campbell Robinson and Paul Hawkins”We slip out into the night-bar, drink beyond satiety; fall in the
street of inequality, the place we live.
Continue reading “At the Carnival by Anne Spencer”For you—who amid the malodorous
Mechanics of this unlovely thing,
Are darling of spirit and form.
Continue reading “Crown of Thorns by Alice M.”… when she kneeled at the altar, we saw blood fall, not blood I whispered not blood at all, but purple blackberries, bouncing fat on the stone
I’d intended to write a brief introduction to the ULTRAVIOLET themed issue of Burning House Press but will instead juxtapose two seemingly incongruous observations.
Continue reading “ULTRAVIOLET: Guest Editor’s note”