EXPOSURE
First responder histamine affects the top two
layers of skin, itch races up uncushioned nerves
like a house on fire: one that wants to unzip
its unfortunate human suit and go jump in a lake.
Science, for all its hypotheses, cannot explain Continue reading “Three poems by Betsy Housten”
Fear the Trees
There were figures in the night who blended with the trees & we could only see their eyes—every shade of violet. They moved when we did. They breathed when we breathed. It was impossible to tell how many surrounded us, or what they wanted. Or maybe they didn’t want. Or maybe they were the trees, just waking up.
a… scare
that tricks the mind (half-waking). …
(fragments.—of-from a dream-dreams? … ). Continue reading “a… scare that tricks the mind (half-waking). … (fragments.—of-from a dream-dreams? … ) by Mark Bolsover”
Watermelon Pregnancy
Flesh-flavored bubblegum
Chewed to forget
The fruit I bore bare
In the boredom of 9pm
Or the way you thought my clit was cute Continue reading “Two poems by Jenna Velez”
my fire-breathing mother says she believes in love—
she preaches starvation, picks the latest
drive-thru-visit hoard from her teeth
with my toothpick legs Continue reading “An elf turns inside out for the dragon by Kate Garrett”
The magician saws a woman in half and pulls a rabbit from her ribcage, soft and twitching and wild. It is all done with mirrors. I look in the mirror. I press my breasts down to become more like myself. Continue reading “Hemicorporectomy by Kayla Bashe”
The Catheter Aria
The crescendo eclipses
the bustle by my bedside. Continue reading “Three poems by Joanna Nissel”
when the blood came the nowhere voice said paint your lips red
this was under the table in the blank space between sweetheart and cunt
I obeyed as I always do the nowhere voice
Boogeymen
I lie awake, my eyes fixed on the emptiness above,
searching for something in the shadows, Continue reading “Poetry by Lisa L. Weber”
<nite out>
syringe brains
have their queen
of jazz //
“smells of rotted
sunshine!”
he wailed into
velvet curtains, Continue reading “3 Poems by Sara Matson”
[She clamps the eyes]
She clamps the eyes
one last
time and begins to pluck the
hair.
She keeps their necks tied
and gallops
I am an amputated arm – trying to accept my body’s state of mind
after four hours of spasms
I went to work wearing your watch
thinking that it would hold me
closer to my body
no one noticed the ticking
I raised the mug to my mouth Continue reading “3 Poems by Jayme Russell”
A7
Silent street, cinematic every time
a car, a motorcycle
someone in sharp
heels.
Every moment he could have
should have kissed her.
Couple sits in the living room,
floors below, speaks
of divine reassurance, Continue reading “3 Poems by Clare Needham”
BURNING HOUSE PRESS 