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Two Poems by K. Eltinaé

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October 2, 2017 by Madison Kalia

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Traces by Lee Potts

Traces



As slow as the breathing

of the ancient giant

long said to sleep beneath

our town’s tallest hill,

snow piled up that week

against the edge

of pine needled forest floor,

then fell back like a cold ocean tide.

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The Questions by Paul Brookes

The Questions

accumulated with missing relations
in photographs of his grandad’s family,
his Nana’s dropped dark hints.

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Glorify by Shaimaa Abdelkarim

Glorify


I learned to call on details that come unnoticed

brush strokes that hide in-between.

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Three Poems by Kyla Houbolt

No Bed of Roses

To distract us from horrible numbers
I wear this hat. It’s wide as a plate, full of roses and birds,
a platter in red and white, and thin as a peel of sunburned skin.
You can see right through it. The birds fly around it
and nest and do all the bird things. You can watch
my hat instead of the news of the horrible numbers
who populate all of our nightmares
disturbing our rest, I say rest because who
still sleeps? after all that has happened.
The birds, though, they sleep. They sleep
among the roses encircling my large plate of a hat,
the hat thin as reason, thin as a thought of compromise,
and wide as all one person can do to avoid
knowing certain things. Wide as a sea of forgetting
the horrible numbers, wide as loss, as much loss
as one small person can carry upon a hat,
even a hat as wide as mine. Ah, the roses.
They have such a lovely scent, it keeps me
awake at night. Let them, I say. Let them.

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Autobiography of the Other – 7 translations of “Tub” from Don Mee Choi’s translation of Kim Hyesoon’s ‘Autobiography of Death’ by Gary Barwin

1. Store

Attach your head to the box.

Do not shout or write, that’s not the problem.

Ghosts, breath, nose, brows, knee
big hands
your time has not yet come.

2. Coo

Light on your room over the ice.

Do not worry, the year after anguish.

Encouraged by the team, the mosquitoes, the controversies, the pilots involved
birdsong
but your sound did not arrive.

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JULY 2019 Guest Editor/s Are ROBERT FREDE KENTER & ELISABETH HORAN!!! Theme/s: SECRETS & LIES

Burning House Press are excited to welcome ROBERT FREDE KENTER & ELISABETH HORAN as our JULY 2019 guest editors! As of today ROBERT & ELI  (( ICE FLOE PRESS )) will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of JULY.

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HEX EDITION JUNE 2019 GUEST EDITED/CURATED BY LAURA JOYCE & JODIE KIM

HEX EDITION JUNE 2019 GUEST EDITED/CURATED BY LAURA JOYCE & JODIE KIM

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“Shade Garden” a Poem by James Pate

Memories from the uncoiled exterior. 

The ones with sharp familiar names  

playing Gray Fern among 


billowing tents and pool fires. Red wax 

dripping

across upraised fingertips

in the mist season. 


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“Instructions” a Poem by Sarah McPherson

Don’t eat too much on a first date

and nothing messy – spaghetti’s definitely out.

(There’ll be time enough for mess later.)

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“wisteria//wisp-eria” by Janice Kang

This is a poem dedicated to my witch girlfriend, who has been teaching me about witchcraft, history, and art ever since we met. It is a simplistic tale in commemoration of beautiful, cunning witches that disguise themselves as something–someone–more… and so these words can be imagined as the secret, invisible text across the gloss of a tarot card.

the lone raven in the warm forest turns into a bedside angel //with demon wings. & //this is nocturne academia //sheet music draped in dust & //little//lithe sparrow bones. someone hooks her wisteria-vine limbs //over my shoulders //whispers something about noxious selves & //falling stars. god, ye are terrible. //we //these veiled fawns so sweet & //cruel. fogged & misted //godly antlers sprouting from where we had bloodletted to coat pinky //fingers in post-sacrificial abel //we //the raw-mouthed cains //chests heaving & //tight white blouses //THIS is cruel//crude, abels melding with obsidian sadness //making promises with girls who speak //in ancient greek //EUASTEROS //sapphic blood pacts & //we try to bring sappho & aphrodite back to life to guide us //but we cannot.

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“Ageing is Amazing” an Incantation by Kate O’Connor

Appreciate your marks of age
Light a candle for every new blemish mark or scar
Like a ring on a tree trunk it is a sign of defiance shown on your glorious trunk 

Celebrate each mistake you make by wearing your favourite colour head to toe for the entire day
Know that you won’t do it again, or if you do you will be reassured that you won’t shatter next time you will still be you

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“Spell to Reverse Hopelessness” by Lisa Lermer Weber

Turn off the television, the computer, the phone

and anything else that might scream obscenities

at you as you take away their power.


Take the newspapers piled at your feet

and crumple them up.


The article about the little girl whose

body was found in a trash bag

on the side of the road,

the little girl who likes My Little Pony

and reminds you of your niece.


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Three Poems by Bobbi Lurie

animal sacrifice food spells

they’d rather see you dead so die to them

pervasive undefinable dream 

i too was fooled by the packaging 

though aligned with ancient ways

animal sacrifice food spells

always the threat of him 

dimmed my light 

addiction like a cloud from above 

such wretched things signified as love 

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“A Hex On All Your Houses” A Poem by Juliette van der Molen

a bit of thread, black

tied tight around this

Hathorne1poppet who cares

not enough to know my

name, but removes me

from the world, all the same.

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Three Poems by Thomas Houlton

Perestroika

you sing like him,

notes glittery, dragged,

made-up, maquillaged 


– perfect face – like his,

fey gestures arching the air,

curving neck of the snow-falling

frozen air – twice kissed – 


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“To The Crossroads, Go” A Poem by HM Barrett

The the Crossroads go,

Eat apples and honey under swollen moon.

Listen to the drums,

Fumble in confused sexual liaison,

With your heart beat.

Stand. Ever so still, so all that moves you,

Are the Earth’s vibrations.

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“Hexing the City” Three Poems and Spell Images by Elancharan Gunasekaran

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Two Poems by Lucy Whitehead

Spider Magic

I have woven a web

around you, as if of gossamer

or blown bubble gum,

If anyone should force

their will upon you

it shall be strong

as steel though invisible

and fine to the touch.

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