1. Store
Attach your head to the box.
Do not shout or write, that’s not the problem.
Ghosts, breath, nose, brows, knee
big hands
your time has not yet come.
2. Coo
Light on your room over the ice.
Do not worry, the year after anguish.
Encouraged by the team, the mosquitoes, the controversies, the pilots involved
birdsong
but your sound did not arrive.
Burning House Press are excited to welcome ROBERT FREDE KENTER & ELISABETH HORAN as our JULY 2019 guest editors! As of today ROBERT & ELI (( ICE FLOE PRESS )) will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of JULY.
Submissions are open from today – 1st JULY and will remain open until 24TH JULY. Continue reading “JULY 2019 Guest Editor/s Are ROBERT FREDE KENTER & ELISABETH HORAN!!! Theme/s: SECRETS & LIES”
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Memories from the uncoiled exterior.
The ones with sharp familiar names
playing Gray Fern among
billowing tents and pool fires. Red wax
dripping
across upraised fingertips
in the mist season.
Don’t eat too much on a first date
and nothing messy – spaghetti’s definitely out.
(There’ll be time enough for mess later.)
Continue reading ““Instructions” a Poem by Sarah McPherson”
Turn off the television, the computer, the phone
and anything else that might scream obscenities
at you as you take away their power.
Take the newspapers piled at your feet
and crumple them up.
The article about the little girl whose
body was found in a trash bag
on the side of the road,
the little girl who likes My Little Pony
and reminds you of your niece.
animal sacrifice food spells
they’d rather see you dead so die to them
pervasive undefinable dream
i too was fooled by the packaging
though aligned with ancient ways
animal sacrifice food spells
always the threat of him
dimmed my light
addiction like a cloud from above
such wretched things signified as love
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a bit of thread, black
tied tight around this
Hathorne1poppet who cares
not enough to know my
name, but removes me
from the world, all the same.
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Perestroika
you sing like him,
notes glittery, dragged,
made-up, maquillaged
– perfect face – like his,
fey gestures arching the air,
curving neck of the snow-falling
frozen air – twice kissed –
The the Crossroads go,
Eat apples and honey under swollen moon.
Listen to the drums,
Fumble in confused sexual liaison,
With your heart beat.
Stand. Ever so still, so all that moves you,
Are the Earth’s vibrations.
Continue reading ““To The Crossroads, Go” A Poem by HM Barrett”
Spider Magic
I have woven a web
around you, as if of gossamer
or blown bubble gum,
If anyone should force
their will upon you
it shall be strong
as steel though invisible
and fine to the touch.
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A descent
in the price of dishwashers
A rise
in the striations
in the teeth
of child-skeletons
in a pit
beside the workhouse
There is so much we can learn
by how obediently a child
takes up this work
how its small jaw will unhinge
as it eats its way
out of the grave
Continue reading ““Leading Indicators” a poem by Joyelle McSweeney”
When the wind blows fiercely, I crouch down low. The single cow in a field is a bad omen for everyone. A red-beaked bird is called a chough. Red-beaked birds are called oystercatchers. The toadstool has no name and is in the wrong season. There are seals on the beach and in the water.
You must walk where the earth is worn away. The blossom is pink and is in the wrong season. White birds with black-tipped wings are called gannets. He walks at the edge and you beg him. White birds with black-tipped wings never touch the earth. Some people don’t care what they are called. When a new calf watches you, your heart beats faster. When the wind blows hard you lie on the ground. When he walks at the edge you scream into the wind. A voice sounds like nobody’s voice. The telephone call is nobody you know.
Continue reading ““Magical Thinking” a Prose Poem by Camilla Bostock”“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.
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Denude the bushes after dark, each pink
azalea plucked because of one remark —
rhododendrons could kill honeybees. Think
details, death recipes on your knees. Stark
foliage fingers disgrace, frail flowers
you bury in a pillowcase, not waste —
Continue reading ““Death Recipe” a Sonnet by Kristin Garth”
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
“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.”
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