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Shadow Man by Rob True

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Theron stands, staring out the window. Through liquid eyes, to another world outside, from another world inside. A hooded figure standing across the street, staring back. Dressed in dark clothes with a cloak, it appears to have come from another time. The shadow man points at him and he feels fear creep in like a cold grip on his heart. Hollow ache in the gut, frozen mind. Theron screams at the shadow man. More of a roar than a scream. When the air runs out of his yell, he takes a deep breath and roars again, over and over. His younger brother comes into the room and puts a hand on his shoulder. Continue reading “Shadow Man by Rob True”

Footnote to silence

By Fredric Nord

Zero is the only numeral with the ability to remain itself in solitude. Zero is defined by the ability to not change. All other numerals are relative to each other and depend on each other for existence. They always change and change together. Without each other, stripped of cohabitation, they have no meaning or personality. That’s why all numerals in solitude equals zero. The total amount of numerals aren’t gazillions but one and a half, generously measured. Continue reading “Footnote to silence”

From Where I Fall by Bola Opaleke

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FROM WHERE I FALL

 bodies faxed into the earth
hold the ropes tied
to their empty bones. they pull the tails
of the constricted conscience
unwilling to rest with the new black worms.

 imagine dry leaves rustling
violently in wet songs, they would
get blown here, not there, by the wounded wind. Continue reading “From Where I Fall by Bola Opaleke”

An Essay by M. Perle

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My Gender is the Fledgling Solo Career of Annie Lennox in the 90’s

Maybe Mom playing “Here Comes the Rain Again” on her tape deck in the shower as one of my earliest memories is why I have such a proclivity to wordplay. Mom blasted music in the shower on her tape deck, even when we lived with my conservative paternal grandparents in the late 80’s. My dad’s mom who made me play her my music in the late 90’s to tell me how “Hit Me Baby One More Time” had dirty messages in it, how a milquetoast hit like “Roll to Me” by the squishy-soft rock group Del Amitri seemed to forebode “roll over me” subliminally, and do I “know what these songs mean?” Continue reading “An Essay by M. Perle”

2 Poems by David Peak

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Factory Work

A remote-imaging satellite glides soundlessly over a distant planet’s moon, collecting terrain correction data. The raw information of the lunar landscape is then relayed to a network of unmanned computers in an otherwise empty building located somewhere in the frozen expanse of the Arctic. The surface of the moon is like skinned fruit, rolling out of reach. Many years later, the vessel sends back evidence of absence, countless and identical images of an unending void. Sometime later still the feed stops—the arrival of data ceases. Continue reading “2 Poems by David Peak”

insomnia by Eve Black

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– What is the night?

– Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

 

I carry the knives

 

I’m twisted in white sheets

                       maggot woman

                                    cocooned murder

 

            your bad dreams conceived me

their sticky bodies

                                    sliced the moon

                                    cut her up

            and my eyes ignited

Continue reading “insomnia by Eve Black”

Never Quite As It Seems by Mike Dressel

 

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We drove toward the beach in your boyfriend’s car.

This was new, you behind the wheel, rather than our bygone late nights in the backseats of cabs and that equal distribution of power. Continue reading “Never Quite As It Seems by Mike Dressel”

The Valkyries by Amber Agha

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THE VALKYRIES

They’re circling overhead
with bayonets of the past
sensing the fear the blood
They’re circling around me
wishing me to fail
because then
then I shall fall into their arms again
Saviours they look to be
Of me
I fall into razor arms ready to cut me till I bleed
Ready to drain me till I die
Because death seems the better place to be Continue reading “The Valkyries by Amber Agha”

Stars in the Stairwell by F.E. Clark

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Feature image by F.E. Clark, Daily Painting — 14th February, 2018

A girl is standing on the landing. I look up the stairs at her. I can’t see her face, no matter how I peer. The dusty afternoon light scatters in through the street-side window. The girl’s features blur and shift as if a veil’s been drawn over her head—a black veil. It shimmers in the air between us.

Continue reading “Stars in the Stairwell by F.E. Clark”

2 Poems by Kristin Garth

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Fawn

A nod to nap below a tree — eyelid
an elephant descends, still sees a fawn
so wobbly as she flees. Demon forbids
a chase, indica knees. Tendrils blonde,
he contemplates. Their wave, rebellion,
he close-eyed calculates: Forest frolic
after class, to swath of leaves, vermillion,
bedspread in grass. She’s smoked-out, chronic,
childlike, asleep. His push inside her dreams
so deep. She wakes to nails between her thighs,
a bolt of light in red-rimmed eyes. Her screams,
that seem internalized, deemed dreamed demise.
This game requires patience. The best games do.
The dreams of hunters demons will pursue. Continue reading “2 Poems by Kristin Garth”

Guest Editor For June Is James Pate!!! Theme is: LIMINAL SPACES

Burning House Press are excited to welcome JAMES PATE as our fifth guest editor! James will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of June – when he will then hand over the reins to our sixth guest editor for the month of July.

Submissions for James are open from today – 1st June and will remain open until 23rd June.

James’ Theme/s for the month are as follows

Liminal Spaces

 

 

James has introduced his theme for your guidance:

I’m fascinated by those spaces that are on the threshold between the interior and exterior, the conversational and the unnamable, the recognizable present and the intangible future. Please send work you feel might be too eccentric for other venues—writing with twilight-lit edges, photography that blends the particular with the anonymous, art that is charged with the radically other.

 

Are there images and phrase that only grow more cryptic the more we think about them? Are there barely audible voices still waiting to be recorded? Alejandra Pizarnik’s poetry, Shirley Jackson’s novels, Sun Ra’s discography, Tarkovsky’s films, Beckett’s plays, Francis Bacon’s humanoid creatures, voices reading the Tarot heard in the static between radio stations, night gardens with metallic-seeming insects…mystic political tracts, literary realism haunted by sci-fi, Gothic verse imagining lunar vistas of paradisiac ruin…Please send work involving liminal spaces that question and invoke.

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James Pate is a poet and fiction writer. His books include The Fassbinder Diaries (Civil Coping Mechanisms), Flowers Among the Carrion: Essays on the Gothic in Contemporary Poetry (Action Books Salvo Series), and Speed of Life (Fahrenheit Press). He teaches creative writing at Shepherd University, in Shepherdstown, WV.

 

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For submissions, James is looking for your poetry, short stories, flash fiction, prose poems, art, collage, painting, photography – as well as non-fiction submissions: essays, reviews, commentary, features, interviews – and all hybrids and cross-forms.

 

 

Submission Guidelines

All submissions should be sent as attachments to guesteditorbhp@gmail.com

Please state the theme and form of your submission in the subject of the email. For example: LIMINAL SPACES/POETRY

Poetry and Fiction
For poetry submissions, submit no more than three of your best poems. Short stories should be limited to 1,500 words or (preferably) less. We encourage flash fiction submissions, no more than three at a time. Send these in as a .doc or .docx file, along with a short third-person bio, and (optional) photograph of yourself.

Art
Submit hi-res images of your works (drawings, paintings, illustrations, collages, photography, etc) with descriptions of the work (Title, Year, Medium, etc) in the body of the email. Files should be in .JPEG unless they are GIFs or videos, and should not exceed 2MB in size for each work. File names should correspond with the work titles. Video submissions can be uploaded onto Youtube or Vimeo for feature on our website. Send these submissions along with a short third-person bio, and (optional) photograph of yourself.

Non-fiction
Non-fiction submissions (essays, reviews, commentary, interviews, etc) should be no more than 1, 500 words and sent as a .doc or .docx file along with your third-person bio/and optional photograph.

Submissions are open from 1st June til 23rd June – and will reopen again on 1st July for our sixth guest editor.

BHP online is now in the capable hands of the amazing JAMES PATE – friends, send him your best!

And… That’s A Wrap! Thank You To May’s Guest Editor Karissa Lang!!!

May’s guest editor has chosen and presented her final selections of work responding to her theme/s of

Identity: Crisis, Creation, Multiplicity, Singularity

 

BHP would like to thank Karissa for all her hard work over the past month – for the fantastic work she has chosen, and the impeccable way she has dealt with submissions and submitters. Thank you for everything, Karissa – you have been amazing!!!

Karissa

Identity: Crisis, Creation, Multiplicity, Singularity

May 2018

Guest Editor: Karissa Lang

May 7

A Ubiquitous Man by Jake Kendall

May 8

My Naming by Eve Black

3 Poems by Paul Brookes

May 9

The One-Eyed Elephant Trainer by Ivy Ngeow

May 10

3 Poems by Shriram Sivaramakrishnan

Genesis of a Writer: A Memoir by Deborah Hansen

Continue reading “Identity: Crisis, Creation, Multiplicity, Singularity”

Ghost Room by Allison Bannister

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2 Poems by Lisa L. Weber

Broken Crayon

i was taught to be pink—

the blushing cheek of a virtuous girl,

or the pearl of her unspoiled innocence.

i was taught to be the color of the rose

lovingly selected for the virgin Continue reading “2 Poems by Lisa L. Weber”

Sewing Lessons by Cole Verhoeven

fat ass hot cock ass
thunder thighs
bionic booty
pretty eyes thick thighs
basket ball butt
5th grade child bearing hips
linebacker in a strapless dress
getting chunky
grown woman’s body now
don’t be prancing around the men keep that butt from jiggling in a thin
dress 4 years old perverse booty jiggle
you better hope you can fit into it
buffalo butt
you too big
itty bitty titty committee
you are too skinny
sloppy fat
fat fingers
self-hating well
you ain’t missing no meals I see
don’t make sense to be that heavy
need to push back from the table
eating all natural still fat as hell
talk trash deny food
low key slut shamed
offering lipo make you
feel bad for feeling bad
you can live off your fat don’t need
to eat big arms like your grandmother
don’t be making up a plate of food
of the food she fucking cooked
there are men in this house
man
I thought I imagined the slick stuff
Grand our mothers were
poets and didn’t know it

Continue reading “Sewing Lessons by Cole Verhoeven”

Soliloquy For The Loner Spectator translated by Cesar Torres

Soliloquy For The Loner Spectator / Ultimo espectador del mundo is a translation by Cesar Torres from the book “Conciertos Imaginarios” by Camilo T.

 

 

[ Brief splendor. The world beheld.
Things falling apart as this man enters]

Spectator: I sit here to watch; one man leaned his soul close to me,
I am here, straw man, bum, getting closer to, perception,
I’m trembling on my seat, trembling seat drifting on high tide,
stroked by the mare, or maybe by a crazy-one; me, slender
who could not stand nor defend his place, see the stars,
see the falling lights of the sky, madly,
witness those words that never had been spoken,
sit here, without relief from the coldest loneliness, you’re here to watch. Continue reading “Soliloquy For The Loner Spectator translated by Cesar Torres”

Ash and Stardust v: The World Turned Upside Down

Ash and Stardust, a monthly column by artist and writer DHIYANAH HASSAN, explores the intersections of tarot with healing and creativity. These are personal essays and articles sharing experiences of growth as someone who has recently found a deep connection to tarot. You can read the rest of the pieces here.
In the past month, I saw my childhood dream of having a conventionally successful art career – this dream that kept me alive through overwhelming traumas – die off. I made the decision to orphan myself from the biological family because they still couldn’t respect my boundaries. This country I’m in saw its first ever government change in the recent elections and despite the hope sizzling in the air, I still felt like it was trying to kick me out. Hope tends to follow change, it’s true, but so does apprehension.

These were the background noises weighing down on me for the past two weeks, as I worked through illness to meet deadlines, rummaging resources in search of plant-based remedies that could help alleviate all the gross ways stress had affected my body. I was thick in the overwhelm and it felt both familiar and foreign at the same time.

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Continue reading “Ash and Stardust v: The World Turned Upside Down”

No Body by Jaisha Jansena

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when pushed to choose, i always fall towards abstraction;
the f/64s would not have liked me very much.

ii.

if you ask for a song,
i will give you song lyrics
written backwards in watercolors.

Continue reading “No Body by Jaisha Jansena”

The City of Dreadful Night by Andre Bagoo

The City of Dreadful Night is my response to the 1874 poem of the same name by James Thomson which dealt with depression, alienation, suicide and the urban landscape. With these images, I sought to respond to the spaces or penumbra between Thomson’s words; to capture the poem’s feeling of dread, to transmute this to my own setting here in Trinidad and Tobago; to suggest his dread mirrors something of what local marginal communities (LGBTQ, disabled) experience. The range of images in the book includes asemic writing, visuals generated by performing random functions on text, illustrations and photographs. I wanted the multiplicity of media – deployed in response to a source text – to suggest the multiplicity of identity/diversity, all while retaining the dread of Thomson’s poem.

Continue reading “The City of Dreadful Night by Andre Bagoo”

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