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PHOTOGRAPH OF A WOMAN IN PAIN by Caela Price

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There there there there there there there here on in the wall Onan’s masturbating guiltily again she’s all blacked out out out and up in the clouds cold closing moon’s in the sky I say to her why couldn’t she stay a little longer there’s something in the walls

rrrrrrunning rune ropes thick around the body tight and heavy a storm coming crack open the sky and wait for the apocalypse yes it is coming haven’t you heard and I already made my graving restplace

here now here now here now here now hear me i’m there paralytic and fucked in the basement as the light cracks through schizophrenic mother always told me id end up funny down this path yes and no knowing id believed her at some point going going going gone

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Escapement by Ali Eslami

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Mirrorstorm by Kenji Siratori

mode time of anonymity music disillusion she’s owned 0 secret clone cyberoctave my rest storage they assure the mirrorstorm outerfeel placenta constellation and the exciting constellation eye of the apparent dream your baby’s eyeballs into your womb babel into the blue desert to the desert reverse movement of a comfortable inhabitant of childhood mirrors in space… hell external hell i was occupying is moved to gimmick suspension was placed because what was intended was a barbarian maze of cell breaks that was longer than the male blood breathing into the zone bar_unknown demon had a causal soul storage of sorrow is why its cellular circulation is hosted by the night corpse of the wolf’s embryo::: she’s a chaos from its host

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MAY 2020 Guest Editor Is ATEFEH AHMADI!!! THEME: TALISMAN // CHANNELLING THE OUTSIDE

Burning House Press are excited to welcome ATEFEH AHMADI as our MAY 2020 guest editor! As of today ATEFEH will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of MAY.

Submissions are open from today – 1st MAY and will remain open until 24TH MAY.

ATEFEH’S theme for the month is as follows

TALISMAN // CHANNELLING THE OUTSIDE

ESCAPISM EDITION APRIL 2020 GUEST EDITED/CURATED BY upfromsumdirt

ESCAPISM EDITION APRIL 2020 GUEST EDITED/CURATED BY upfromsumdirt

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Three Poems by D.C. Wojciech

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poem: UNTITLED 20

 

this smile is a jail cell

holding hostage 

centuries of laughter

 

sorry if i say the wrong things—

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Essay by Rosa Jones

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essay: Insipid / Intrepid

 

As the adventurous person talks on, I am struck by a sense that they are confident and unperturbed by minor setbacks. I find myself specifically interested in the banal logistics of what it means to be that way, more than being interested in their actual stories. I feel that there’s no way for me to think cleverly about what it means to live an interesting life, or what it means to be fluid and graceful as you move through the world.  Continue reading “Essay by Rosa Jones”

Short Story by Anna Walsh

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short story: Ruined Things Are Only Gorgeous When They Are Not Yours 

 

Driving along the motorway, the radio crackled. She wanted to trace something on the window, but couldn’t think what. She fiddled with buttons, found an old song they both liked and turned it up. She imagined she was going to Berlin, to meet girls wearing orange lipstick and boots, tall and forward in the chaos of other people.  Continue reading “Short Story by Anna Walsh”

A Poem by A.D Rusalka

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poem: nights 

 

the second gregarious girls come out to the streets 

the streets become a jamboree for alter egos and their debutantes 

to that sight the gods from above

dissolve into the opaque solar panache

soon after when the luminary man resigns 

entrusting Enkidu with an ordinary mission

to make a king believe he is the cause

of his own inhibitions  

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Two Poems by Matt Broaddus

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poem: “Socialism” is Currently the #1 Trending Word on Merriam-Webster.com

 

My brain ekes in the dark without 

a flashlight. Holding a banana to ward off 

scurvy and North Sea pirates. I live under

a wrecked ship’s hull. From the ceiling it rains 

rats. I eat them. First, we talk. In my telescope.

The Dey waves a silver hand. For the seraglio. 

For the Danes to send the goods. I will plunder.  Continue reading “Two Poems by Matt Broaddus”

Short story by James Cato

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short story: M80

 

I remember telling my parents that I was destined to get along with Bud Lykke, with that prosocial name of his, but I didn’t expect such a character. Each morning, he pours a bit of coffee into the hanging plants. After dinner he spends hours inside chunky headphones with “Binaural Beats” blaring, engineered to trigger dissociative states. He grew up in Appalachia, some obscure county in Ohio, and blames his ills on the heavy fracking around there, radioactivity in the drinking water. Continue reading “Short story by James Cato”

A Poem by Les Epstein

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poem: Isolation, Part 9: Coffee Filter Salvation

 

Clowning up as suburban bandits 

We three stumble into the empty park, 

Breathing through coffee filters 

Tucked away in cotton life-preservers 

And there we conduct a baseball season

Tossing, though never catching, 

A ball between the rising Violets and Chickweed.

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Short Story by Jennifer Brough

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story: The Somnambulist Party

 

The moon is full and bathing. Light laps each house in this quiet village, casting silver squares through windows with undrawn curtains.
In one such bedroom, a cat bathes too, pale fur illuminated against the floorboards. A clock chimes deep within the house and his eyes flash open. He stretches, unfurling his length, and leaps on the mistress’s bed, pawing at her cheek once, twice, waiting.  
                   
The mistress is between dreams. Within them, a dark ocean crashes into itself. She is expecting an arrival in the foam but is uncertain what form it will take. A vast scattering of shells and flint line the shore but she can’t move quickly enough to search through the piles. When she moves her hands, they leave ghostly echoes of themselves. The sound of waves melts into chiming. It is almost the hour, she knows, and she hasn’t found a thing.  Continue reading “Short Story by Jennifer Brough”

Three Visual Poems by Shloka Shankar

 

title: Perfume

 

perfume

 

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Two Poems by Shaimaa Abdelkarim

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photo by Shaimaa Abdelkarim

 

 

poem: Days in 

 

some days

i mostly wonder

when joy knocks 

would it smell like

 

a lily and jasmine musk perhaps 

 

i often ponder 

if joy is what today brings

let it come 

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Three Poems by S.L. Lim

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poem: Bratislava 2016/ Sydney 2020

 

Where I’d like to be: a place with clean white sheets.

A hotel room, I’ve always loved them. View from the

window – not the ocean or anything, just trees

on a hill with some brutalist buildings and a pink and

orange sunset at rest behind. Luxurious.  

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Womannotated – Underneath

 

The following is a brand new poem written for The Meadow, my bdsm themed poetry collection about my time in the world of bdsm as a young woman.  I wrote this piece as well as the Reader’s Guide I published below to enhance your pleasure and understanding of the text.  Order your own Meadow at apeppublications.com.

Underneath 

Before you call yourself a womanchild,

you fly to New York City, college girl 

costumed to be defiled, pigtailed, beguiled 

before a bedtime story, too.  A whirl-

wind trip in which he will present to you 

Red, topsy-turvy, Riding Hood one night, Continue reading “Womannotated – Underneath”

Three Poems by Michele Mekel

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poem: The Crossroads

 

The Cailleach’s breath rattles through the barren branches of the standing talls,

as midnight’s moon casts a cold glance upon all below.

 

Bearing gifts of coin and confections, tipple and tapers, I come to the crossroads 

to petition and pray, as the witching hour draws near and the veil thin.

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Short Story by David Kuhnlein

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story: The Dog

 

Their clothes are ironed on them in the shape of death. Soggy bread of a sky looking over, he gargles time release capsules. Not enough pills milled for the morning after. The frosted flakes expired; he flops between her shrubbery, bulge withering beneath a dress. “It’s no longer in style to be a bad lay,” she says. He vows to return her to the urn, drops her off for cognitive behaviorals instead. “Listen to a woman once and you become her therapy dog,” his mother always said, teeth gnawing through his skull like fly eggs, speaking through a bisection of his face in swarms. “We’re all Satan’s puppet, a populace atop the hoof.” He hears her talk to the shrink through walls so thin he wishes they were her clothes. He tends to end up overacting in the bear costume she makes him wear. They’ve been brining bite marks on each other. In utter silence their chalky mouths resemble apple seeds, if worms took the core. “What eats the worms after they eat us?” Entwined guts, reshuffling microbiomes a couple viruses at a time, they’re not worth the ekphrastic flesh of their penny masks.

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Two Poems by Michaela Mayer

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poem: The Hunt

 

we flicker from pixel to pixel

the dream of this inverted world

our bodies dissolved into digits

 

the horizon flattens and winks out

into an oblate blank plane, stretched

thin between plates of strange glass 

we are reborn with ease here

free to reconstruct, to glut ourselves

 on electric subjectives 

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