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Submissions to Burning House press are still open – keep sending us your poems stories art non-fiction photography etc upon the wild wild wing xx

2 Poems by Kathryn Hummel

The Bridal Suite

 

After eleven years she wondered suddenly at the silence. Once there were so many words to fit into the hour before sleep and now barely a syllable was uttered. The silken pull of the eiderdown over the blanket whispered: You are lost to me, lost to me. Continue reading “2 Poems by Kathryn Hummel”

3 Poems by Anneghem Wall

Traveller’s Stones

 

Now I am a lake,

opaque in depth and silence

the ground unreachable

toes dip in my legends

and recoil at the truth of my temperature.

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‘Tell Me More Lies, The List Is Growing’ by Kirstin Maguire

Tell Me More Lies, The List Is Growing

In tribute to Adrian Mitchell (Based on his poem ‘Tell Me Lies About Vietnam)

 

 

As a child, I was always kept safe,

Though I thought I understood pain.

So hold my hand across the road,

Tell me lies

About Libya.

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Deconstruction Poems by William James

DECONSTRUCTION XLII

all words used in this poem taken from lyrics to the album Document #8 by Pg.99

 

my darling mistake / must I speak of you

only / as a wound? A ghost? // a whisper,

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3 Poems by Jared A. Carnie

SEEK

 

Sometimes we feel joy.

It settles on us.

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‘Home Sick’ by Pamela Denchfield

Home Sick

 

Raggedy Ann bed sheets cover

my aching body, smother

moans of malady.

I call to you.

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’12 GREEN, 14 BLUE’ by Dean Lilleyman

12 GREEN, 14 BLUE

 

Rita had been a volunteer-worker at the St Teresa Hospice shop for nearly a year now. Her friend Gladys had suggested it in a sideways way, that time over a cuppa when Rita was still unsure what to do with her days. Sure, she had friends to call on, who would call on her, friends like Gladys. But it wasn’t as simple as that. It was the hours inbetween that were difficult. The days where she saw no-one. Sometimes two, maybe three days on the trot. Especially when she slipped into what she called her ‘flunks’, this long drawn-out malaise of nothingness, of not even having the energy to pick up the phone. Continue reading “’12 GREEN, 14 BLUE’ by Dean Lilleyman”

Submissions To Burning House Press On-Line Are Now Open

SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN TO BURNING HOUSE PRESS ON-LINE PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD AND SUBMIT YOUR WORK TO US NOW

Burning House Press Whatwhywho ?

“We do this [write] because the world we live in is a house on fire and the people we love are burning in it” – Sandra Cisneros

Let us say that the house is on fire and you can only take one thing with you. So you take the fire. Burning House Press is the fire you take with you. On the night of the great fire Burning House Press escaped the crackhouse and crawled into the arthouse. Burning House Press never forgot. Burning House Press speaks from the side of its mouth, all aorta aria, loudhailer lung-song. Burning House Press is the steel spine in the feral ones. Burning House Press has one leg up one leg down on its tracksuit bottoms. Burning House Press cradles a butterfly in one hand and holds a butterfly-knife in the other. Burning House Press is the scallywag intelligentsia, the council estate oracle. Burning House Press is the Blakean grain of sand that Satan cannot find. Burning House Press portrays a crow’s cadence, is courageous enough to be mystic in these days of the septic tepid optic. Burning House Press is both concrete and quotidian and conflagration vision. Burning House Press is too verbose for the stage too vandal for the page. Burning House Press is born bookworm and baudville hooligan, voodoo and vindication. Burning House Press crawled for a thousand years on hands and knees over broken glass and molten-tarmac, just to tell you a poem. Burning House Press remembers the path to the water-well, as well as the way to the ward, and we sing them both.

Every Time

Submissions To Burning House Press and The Arsonist Magazine Opening Soon

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Submissions To Burning House Press and The Arsonist Magazine Opening Soon

Submissions For The Arsonist Magazine Opening Soon

We shall be opening submissions for the first print edition of The Arsonist magazine soon. With a focus on poetry, prose, photography, collage, comment, cinema, painting, politics, prophecy, premonition, asphalt dahlias, urban heartbreak, metropolitan colonialism and its resistance, Tourette’s syndrome and pyromania and the ways in which they intersect. Once open, submissions for work to be featured on the Burning House Press website will be ongoing. Check back for details.

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