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Womannotated – Death In The Air

August 16th, 2020

(Content warning:  horror, death, suicide, some discussion of Midsommar with what could be considered general, mild spoilers)

Death In The Air

A scent in twilight past breaths of the beast 

who stalks the edges of forests on the 

phalanges of feet, quickening heartbeats 

of little lost girls, panting in pine trees 

near the end of the world.  Pale hirsute ear 

you peer where the needles are bare.  Eyes straight 

ahead, mutter pieces of prayers.  Fear 

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Womannotated – Crow Castle

August 9th, 2020

Crow Castle

Each maiden slumbers in her childhood bed.

Crow collects a lock from each, twines a nest

with garden twigs, hair ribbons azure, red—

sufficient room for one without a guest. Continue reading “Womannotated – Crow Castle”

Womannotated – Why Charlie Can’t Leave The Factory

July 26th, 2020

Why Charlie Can’t Leave The Factory

After a reveal of cotton candy sheep being
shorn for confectionery purposes in the
Burton Charlie and the Chocolate Factory film:
Willy Wonka – “I’d rather not talk about this one.”

You peer a possible pasture in a
pink corridor.  Perhaps peeking proves it?
Perchance a perpendicular door plays
with peripheral vision, pomegranate
sheep producing shorn candy floss piles pruned
to palatable heaps?  Panicked to peep
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‘bit the water’ by J.I. Kleinberg

blue groaning
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this body sinks in a dead sea

ghost undead

i still ache for emptiness like i

             would silence in a 

                    sequence of 

                         sighs.

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JULY 2020 Guest Editor Is MAPULE MOHULATSI!!! THEME: SINK

Burning House Press are excited to welcome MAPULE MOHULATSI as our JULY 2020 guest editor! As of today MAPULE will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the month of JULY.

Submissions are open from today – and will remain open until 25TH JULY.

MAPULE’S theme for the month is as follows

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Womannotated – Hot Chocolate!

Two Golden Tickets sonnets (my Charlie and The Chocolate Factory homage book of poems) from the Hot Chocolate section which involves chocolatier love triangles, femme fatale industrial spies, strip clubs and licorice .

Sugar Daddy’s

A strip club in which Arthur Slugworth, chocolatier competitor of Willy Wonka, meets the woman who will become his secretary and industrial spy and future lover of Willy Wonka.

American Candy Expo meets in
Chicago each year. Arthur Slugworth’s jet
consistently appears before show begins
day early to play. Bittersweet secrets
over his butterscotch schnapps confessed
to the ponytailed stripper; her peach ring
pop, bubblegum thong, sweet visage suggests
she is a shell you could tell anything Continue reading “Womannotated – Hot Chocolate!”

TALISMAN // CHANNELLING THE OUTSIDE EDITION MAY 2020 GUEST EDITED/CURATED BY ATEFEH AHMADI

TALISMAN // CHANNELLING THE OUTSIDE EDITION MAY 2020 GUEST EDITED/CURATED BY ATEFEH AHMADI

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Three Poems and a Recording by Chris Moran

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Two Poems by Mark Valentine

Kohl Shadows Black Medlars

fastidious rosewater pink mache misted

a cobra petal inferred of grapebloom.

Dark Souls go to Osiris distant psychic

white sea-friend verdigris-luminescent

the old adroit ears rising of golden dog

in dusk with beasts in kohl shadows leading

the secret lucky blessed knave

black medlars opening purple in brooding

old road.in troubled sunlight ancient white  

sealing here the river stone the silver meadow


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Two Poems by James Knight

instructions

you have to press yourself           to the warm electrodes

let your torso be enveloped in something like the sea or blood

              and the voices   will inhabit you

in an operation unlike any poetry            you have ever heard

                           there is a small risk of drowning

they will sit behind screens impassive unblinking

              perhaps indicating state of mind

              by jabbing the dark glass

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as the sea Sounds by Nathan Austin

Sounds ; it, ale , ill, Deep, d-3p. j. the fea, folemn part

in a great degree

to darken Deéply, Deep, ad in a high degree, forrowfully / the Cold

felt on collect- ing even warm Air with a Fan, or in

a ptinted flieet      to fzt a fla” upon., to frnijh / the

bringing fore the fire.      /     as its beauti. fire fl:lir~bl”;7.in,.!








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Womannotated – Golden Ticket

 

Two Golden Ticket Dark Chocolate Sonnets:

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illustration by Amy Suzanne

Pipe Dream

“He’s changed!” said Grandpa Joe, peering down through the glass wall of the elevator. 
“He used to be fat! Now he’s thin as straw.” Grandpa Joe on Augustus after the pipe,
Roald Dahl Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 

 All they saw, “thin as straw” Augustus who

once was not.  Boy almost boiled inside

a chocolate pot, consumed post fudge room

before the change.  Chocolate liquefied

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Microphone as Talisman, Poetic field recordings by Connor Orrico

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Tarot in Pandemic, a series of poems by Joseph Ellison Brockway

Tarot in Pandemic – 28 March 2020

Sustain me today, Tarot, with

     your Ace of Cups.

To raise me out of the murky depths,

   she sent me a dove,

                and a chalice.

She held me, as one does the wind,

            futilely.

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Three Poems by Juliet Cook

Museum of Impending Death

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Trying to focus on what feels meaningful to me in this moment.

Trying not to let my own thoughts reside inside nothing but impending death.

Trying not to let my own thoughts reside inside this giant nihilistic

ever expanding sky filled with rising numbers of dead stars.

Brimming with stark contrasts, alternating currents

between freaked out, productive, freaked out,

creative, wondering if I’m going to die from this.

If I’m going to melt down inside this ongoing vortex.

Thousands of broken wings get sucked into numbers,

spiral down, crack into the ground, vanish.

Thunder in the sky sounds like gurgling blood,

getting closer until I shake and cover my ears.

Trying to place my own impending death inside another poem

filled with words instead of numbers. Cerulean blue instead of red.

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Three Poems by Cole Verhoeven

Nipple in My Granny’s Ear

I tried to make a sandwich
On my sleeping granny’s head
She woke up
toothless still
and nibbled the bread instead

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MAY 2020 Guest Editor Is ATEFEH AHMADI!!! THEME: TALISMAN // CHANNELLING THE OUTSIDE

Burning House Press are excited to welcome ATEFEH AHMADI as our MAY 2020 guest editor! As of today ATEFEH will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of MAY.

Submissions are open from today – 1st MAY and will remain open until 24TH MAY.

ATEFEH’S theme for the month is as follows

TALISMAN // CHANNELLING THE OUTSIDE

Three Poems by D.C. Wojciech

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Photo by Callum Skelton on Unsplash

 

 

poem: UNTITLED 20

 

this smile is a jail cell

holding hostage 

centuries of laughter

 

sorry if i say the wrong things—

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A Poem by A.D Rusalka

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Photo by Jez Timms on Unsplash

 

 

poem: nights 

 

the second gregarious girls come out to the streets 

the streets become a jamboree for alter egos and their debutantes 

to that sight the gods from above

dissolve into the opaque solar panache

soon after when the luminary man resigns 

entrusting Enkidu with an ordinary mission

to make a king believe he is the cause

of his own inhibitions  

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