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Josh Myers: Proper Entry and Exit

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Proper Entry and Exit

 

After Listening to “Canvas”

 

One must know what it is to be in and out. How to properly enter and exit. “Properly,” not in the sense of the bourgeoisie or uppity, but in the sense in which Robert Farris Thompson wrote about. Writing as he did about the ways we be.

 

There are ways of being in and out.

 

But how to enter and where to be once inside and how to decide when to no longer remain—what makes those decisions, those moments?

 

Can we ever reach the inside without entering?

 

And can we reach the outside without exiting?

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Ash and Stardust xi: Agents of Change

Ash and Stardust, a monthly column by energy worker and artist/writer DHIYANAH HASSAN explores the intersections of tarot with healing and creativity. You can read the rest of the series here.

When you look at a card like The Tower, where do you see yourself in it? Pull it out now and observe the illustration of the card in front of you, do you recognize yourself in the tower falling apart, the figures raining down towards the ground, the air ignited by lightning, or anything else that’s happening in there?

Tarot encourages us to consider situating ourselves in scenarios we may not be able to acknowledge or recognize without some support. In this way, the cards open us to investigation, exploration, and possibility. With cards like The Fool, The Lovers, or Six of Wands, they encourage us to see ourselves as deserving more goodness from ourselves or from the world around us. And cards like The Tower, Five of Cups, and Ten of Wands – these difficult cards? They’re just as much avenues for liberation as the more obviously affirming, softer cards.

Our imagination, under social conditionings that are oppressive and oppressing, limits us. Our imagination, integrated with our soul’s truth, frees us.

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Susan E. Gunter: Composition: Mixed Media

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Composition: Mixed Media

 

I paint to learn what my eyes barely see,

things hidden to me: cast shadows, a latch,

my mother’s ghost floating behind the drapes.

 

I study the image I shot, its hues and patterns:

copper door, stained windows, the stone of walls

and sun faded stone, the blur of a doorway’s curve.

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Daniel P Callanan: Thresholds

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I was thinking about Brutalism, cattle and passage tombs. Form, currency and death.

Walking the fields of North Cork and the headlands of Galway, casting cow-sheds as signs.

Homes for people, now homes for animals. Cycled forward by occupation, migration and forecasts. Radio broadcasts. Concrete and local stone piled into walls, supporting cold tin rooves. Corrugated steel. Cheap and functional, galvanised wave forms. Tin, iron and zinc combined and beaten thin. Weather resistant not weather proof.

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Dov Nelkin: 6 doors and One Slammed

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My brother’s childhood room and mine connect through paired doors, at three different points. Walk out my room and and ten paces would take you to my brother’s door, next to the AC control, across from the panic button. We also shared a bathroom, each room opening onto the sinks where we would brush our hair, or teeth, or forget to, side by side. With both doors open, you could have seen from pillow to pillow if you tried hard. Continue reading “Dov Nelkin: 6 doors and One Slammed”

Tucker Lieberman: It Does Not Matter Who Put You In the Cocoon

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Dan O’Brien: 3 poems

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Forty-One

When

You wake

From sleep

 

You wake

From death

You know

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M.J. Iuppa: 2 poems

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Every Hour Hurts in Fall

 

By now, you have adjusted to time’s addition, waking

without alarm, your body’s sudden jolt of electricity—

 

your toes and fingers wiggle—eyelids flip open to stare

at the ceiling’s cold.  You’re still here.  Isn’t that crazy?

 

You want to get moving before you hold still, before

you find yourself between the flight of day & dream.

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U P D A T E // GOSPEL OF ABERRATION

The highly anticipated first book of short stories by Rob True – GOSPEL OF ABERRATION – will be available from Burning House Press in a limited edition hardback from January 2019 – watch this space for dates and pre-order link – Launch events to be announced.

Adedayo Agarau: 3 poems

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EXIT

 

on being broken / like shards of withered glass / my body

repels every music its soul makes / i close every door i

can’t walk back through / by this i mean i keep memories

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Emma Stevenson: Growing, Up

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Growing, Up

The grass lies hungry, waiting

to swallow up water, worms,

seeds.

I scatter them. One by one

they are plunged into the

dampened fingers of fertile

earth,

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Ben Gedaliah: Room 168, the Hotel S-

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Room 168, the Hotel S-

The door opens to a married man, a single bed.

You’re not here, but your presence is everywhere. The bed is meticulous, signs you’ve been here are subtle, imagined, your outline dimpling the duvet, just a trace; Continue reading “Ben Gedaliah: Room 168, the Hotel S-“

Bill Van Dusen: A manhole is a kind of door

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Rebecca Loudon: Portal

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Portal

Strange goings on today televisions walk in and out the door pills spew from the cat’s mouth
here take your medicine fox at the door yip yips pit bull chews a piece of Wonder Bread the skull
of a boar on the table the boy reaches through a hole in his bathroom floor the door is open the
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Aditya Shankar: 2 poems

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Isle of Brooders

From a jail in a far off island, boats arrive to

deport the sad. Grieving blood is tasty like the

legend of vanished rivers: an Acheron emptied

out by thirsty souls. Continue reading “Aditya Shankar: 2 poems”

DECEMBER 2018 Guest Editor Is JAISHA JANSENA!!! Theme: DOORS

Burning House Press are excited to welcome JAISHA JENSENA as our DECEMBER guest editor! As of today Jaisha will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of December.

Submissions for Jaisha are open from today – 1st December and will remain open until 24th December.

Jaisha’s Theme for the month is as follows

 

D O O R S

 

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FACING UP TO THE FUTURE EDITION – SELECTED/CURATED/PRESENTED BY NOVEMBER 2018 GUEST EDITOR PAUL HAWKINS

Aaand that’s a wrap! Burning House Press would like to thank November’s Guest Editor PAUL HAWKINS for selecting, curating and presenting an INCREDIBLE array of writing and art on the theme FACING UP TO THE FUTURE – and for all of the endeavour and hard work that has gone into managing the month   – THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, PAUL!!!

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Massive thank you also goes to everyone who contributed to the theme and all who continue to send BHP your writing and art – we are so happy and grateful that you entrust us with your work, thank you!!! xX

Here it is, the full FACING UP TO THE FUTURE EDITION – every selection in one place for you to read/peruse – enjoy!!! xX Continue reading “FACING UP TO THE FUTURE EDITION – SELECTED/CURATED/PRESENTED BY NOVEMBER 2018 GUEST EDITOR PAUL HAWKINS”

Andre Bagoo: Scarlet Ibis Variations

Scarlet Ibis Variations

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Umang Kalra: Sacred You & Me & My GF Will Change The World

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“…It’s mostly that album A Love Supreme. It feels sacred to me. I had a friend once tell me A Love Supreme is convincing evidence for the existence of God. And that’s really stuck in my head ’cause it’s a little bit true to me.” – John Green, in conversation with Ashley Ford and Kelly Stacy

As if the hands that built this were not so terribly human.

As if the stones are not the slightest bit uneven.

As if there is a waterfall somewhere that could kill this song.

As if the call of a bird is grander than all of the laughter we found.

Look, the stars are shimmering – their masses are exploding with joy. Continue reading “Umang Kalra: Sacred You & Me & My GF Will Change The World”

Kenneth M. Cale: Coda and Intrazonal Notes

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