“There are Some Things Only The Moon has Seen” is a hex to reverse the moon landing, which celebrates it’s 50th anniversary next month in July. In a realty where so much of the world’s resources have been wasted on a futile, militarized, and detestable race to colonize outer space, we believe those resources should have been used to further things like human rights causes and focusing on averting the climate disaster that our planet is heading into.Continue reading ““There are Some Things Only The Moon has Seen” Video Poem by HyperVerses”
Ask your mother to tell you a memory of her mother
Paint the scene of your mother’s memory
Take the painting of your mother’s memory and place it in an art gallery of your home town
Ask your father to tell you a memory of his mother
Paint the scene of your father’s memory
Burn the painting of your father’s memory
Burning House Press are excited to welcome LAURA JOYCE & JODIE KIM as our JUNE 2019 guest editors! As of today LAURA & JODIE will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of JUNE.
Submissions are open from today – 1st JUNE and will remain open until 23RD JUNE.
LAURA & JODIE’S theme/s for the month are as follows
Hex is a collaborative project between writers Laura Joyce and Jodie Kim. This guest editorship will be part of our larger project to collect and archive hexes. Laura and Jodie invite hexes against all forms of power, but especially seek hexes that relate to instances of intimate, gendered, or sexual violence.
“We see the function of the hex as a means to crystallise anger, fear, and outrage into a powerful moment of ritual. We encourage the use of forms often considered middlebrow or trashy i.e. true crime, confessional, occult, paranormal, melodrama. We also encourage spells, incantations, recipes, case studies, research notes, curses. We propose hexes to be in any language and in any form including: writing, visual art, performance transcripts, selfies, curation of found materials etc.”
INCOMPLETENESS EDITION MAY 2019 GUEST EDITED/CURATED BY PETERO KALULE
Continue reading “Extracts from ‘expecting a different result’ by Sarah Dawson”
“These works were made by tracing fragments of various texts relating to haunting, ghosts and spirituality, and pinning them to folded/unfolded tracing paper.”
BLOOD/VIOLENCE, LINES AND THE END TIMES EDITION APRIL 2019 GUEST EDITED/CURATED BY EMMA SzH
In A Kidney Dish
Seventeen months and six days ago,
with practice that could only be attached
to a pair of nitrile gloves,
they pulled apart generations of stratified tissue,
classified the human from the mammal
and presented the results on a stainless steel tray.
The blood I scrub from the inside of my underwear is not the same as the blood I wipe from my mouth, not the same blood my mother lost when laboring over my birth, not what spilled from my grandmother’s head when her stepfather split it open for scrubbing a floor wrong. Not the same, but close.Continue reading “On Blood by Kaylie Padgett”
Burn the Bloodstream
How can an odorless, yellow pill bring harm?
Every time you say no to food, you say yes to thin.
One felt good so she took another,
Eat clean, look lean.
not knowing two were an overdose.
Greasy fries or skinny thighs?Continue reading “Burn the Bloodstream by Emma Lee”
Watching the World Fly By
The clock chimed seven …ding…ding…ding… and so on, until it let out one final loud ding that woke Forbes with a start. He shuffled slightly and managed to stretch his front and back legs just enough to prevent the cramp from setting in. He meowed happily as he heard the familiar whirring sound. His morning feed came shooting through the food hatch and plopped into his dish in a brown lumpy mush.Continue reading “Watching The World Fly By by Melanie Davies”
It was her first period for three months. Sitting on the lav with her knickers around her ankles and her knees falling apart, Mihaela saw the new slimness in her bare legs and grimaced. She thought of all the meals she’d missed since the promotion—the rushed breakfasts, the uneaten sandwiches, the insubstantial dinners—and how quickly it had become a matter of finding not the time but the inclination. Now she ate as irregularly and as little as she slept. No wonder her periods had stopped.Continue reading “Blood Magic by Natasha C. Calder”