cave. (dark. (ruddy-brown (‘v) rocks)). …
—a gate(‘s (door)way) – entrance. …
All this was was the vibe of a smile,
a nod to the past,
“if I’m being honest…”,
only be that. Continue reading “Fire Water by Kevin R. Farrell Jr”
The New World Doll Dresser
The world seems so scary but really it’s
scratching our eyes out in order to start
a new current. Electricity will replace
every color. Pupils will either expand
or explode. Replacement therapy is outdated.
It is time to get rid of everyone. Continue reading “The New World Doll Dresser by Juliet Cook & j/j hastain”
KETA-ME: My Ketamine Experience
I’m not certain of the order of each moment once the ketamine infusion began. But I do feel certain that I was aware of everything that was happening and that I was consciously guiding my experience and my thoughts while this mind-altering drug was filtering through my bloodstream. This, of course, stems from my penchant for controlling everything. Continue reading “KETA-ME: My Ketamine Experience by Joseph Ellison Brockway”
Not the Waking World
so when we
sleep the adventure of what we can never recall / take slumber as an icon-download of gentleness / Continue reading “Not The Waking World by Mike Ferguson”
I see, I said, when I saw, but if I am to believe, be it in science or in faith, then what I said, I saw, I did not see. There was something else entirely, and it was there, right there, for me to see, but I only see what I saw, and what I saw was not there. Continue reading “2 Prose Poems by John Peter Apruzzese”
CONTENT WARNING: Poem explores the destruction of nature, homes, life and animals during the bushfire crisis in Australia, still currently happening.
The day I was Ꙩ\born/Ꙩ a terrible →sadness← descended upon the ⃝\earth/⃝.
Their ⌂homes⌂ are now piles of dust, coughing smoke and ⸙\smoldering/⸙. I can hear the ●dead● mounds whimpering softly over the ⌐agony⌐ of their ₼scorched₼ memories.
Silicone and Ꝝ\metal/Ꝝ melt at my touch and ≈\water/≈, my enemy, is as ineffective as paracetamol is for cancer.
In other lives I was a ◊cleanser◊, cleaner, ჻\creator/჻. Now I am known as ●pain●.
Continue reading “Australia Burns by Tony Messenger & Kayla Milaudi”
I do not know what IT is.
IT has no form, no colour; IT makes no sound.
But IT comes every night after dark.
I can only call it THING, and it is
My THING, as mine as is my birth… and my death.
IT expands and pulses as my heart-beat expands, in speed and intensity.
If IT engulfs me it will be all over for me,
As I know me… Continue reading “Vision by Monty Oxymoron”
Satin bower birds, eyeing their options,
Want to peck the colour from the sky,
Preen their plumage with it, and arrange it
In their bowers to attract the perfect mate.
Pebbles, in myriad polished forms and hues,
Esteem the things that grow, and debate
Which green might best be hidden in their hearts. Continue reading “Prism by Brian Walters”
I Can’t Make Neither
a head nor tail out of this beast
who shrugs and our ship yaws.
It’s pelt moves up and down beaches
as it shuffles along continents.
I can only see as its curled its face
and tail in sleep and we pitch
over its dreaming, every twitch
a ripple or wave as it hunts,
Continue reading “2 Poems by Paul Brookes”
Burning House Press are excited to welcome REVERSE BUTCHER as our JANUARY 2020 guest editor! As of today RvB will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of JANUARY.
Submissions are open from today – 1st January and will remain open until 24TH JANUARY.
RvB‘S theme/s for the month are as follows