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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.

Continue reading “Tarot in Pandemic, a series of poems by Joseph Ellison Brockway”

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.

Continue reading “Three Poems by Juliet Cook”

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—

  Continue reading “Three Poems by D.C. Wojciech”

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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Two Poems by Matt Broaddus

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poem: “Socialism” is Currently the #1 Trending Word on Merriam-Webster.com

 

My brain ekes in the dark without 

a flashlight. Holding a banana to ward off 

scurvy and North Sea pirates. I live under

a wrecked ship’s hull. From the ceiling it rains 

rats. I eat them. First, we talk. In my telescope.

The Dey waves a silver hand. For the seraglio. 

For the Danes to send the goods. I will plunder.  Continue reading “Two Poems by Matt Broaddus”

A Poem by Les Epstein

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Photo by Tammy Gann on Unsplash

 

 

poem: Isolation, Part 9: Coffee Filter Salvation

 

Clowning up as suburban bandits 

We three stumble into the empty park, 

Breathing through coffee filters 

Tucked away in cotton life-preservers 

And there we conduct a baseball season

Tossing, though never catching, 

A ball between the rising Violets and Chickweed.

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Three Visual Poems by Shloka Shankar

 

title: Perfume

 

perfume

 

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Two Poems by Shaimaa Abdelkarim

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photo by Shaimaa Abdelkarim

 

 

poem: Days in 

 

some days

i mostly wonder

when joy knocks 

would it smell like

 

a lily and jasmine musk perhaps 

 

i often ponder 

if joy is what today brings

let it come 

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Three Poems by S.L. Lim

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Photo by Laurent Perren on Unsplash

 

 

poem: Bratislava 2016/ Sydney 2020

 

Where I’d like to be: a place with clean white sheets.

A hotel room, I’ve always loved them. View from the

window – not the ocean or anything, just trees

on a hill with some brutalist buildings and a pink and

orange sunset at rest behind. Luxurious.  

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Womannotated – Underneath

 

The following is a brand new poem written for The Meadow, my bdsm themed poetry collection about my time in the world of bdsm as a young woman.  I wrote this piece as well as the Reader’s Guide I published below to enhance your pleasure and understanding of the text.  Order your own Meadow at apeppublications.com.

Underneath 

Before you call yourself a womanchild,

you fly to New York City, college girl 

costumed to be defiled, pigtailed, beguiled 

before a bedtime story, too.  A whirl-

wind trip in which he will present to you 

Red, topsy-turvy, Riding Hood one night, Continue reading “Womannotated – Underneath”

Three Poems by Michele Mekel

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Photo by Oliver Roos on Unsplash

 

 

poem: The Crossroads

 

The Cailleach’s breath rattles through the barren branches of the standing talls,

as midnight’s moon casts a cold glance upon all below.

 

Bearing gifts of coin and confections, tipple and tapers, I come to the crossroads 

to petition and pray, as the witching hour draws near and the veil thin.

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Two Poems by Michaela Mayer

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Photo by Mike Von on Unsplash

 

 

poem: The Hunt

 

we flicker from pixel to pixel

the dream of this inverted world

our bodies dissolved into digits

 

the horizon flattens and winks out

into an oblate blank plane, stretched

thin between plates of strange glass 

we are reborn with ease here

free to reconstruct, to glut ourselves

 on electric subjectives 

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Two Poems by Julie Stevens

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Photo by Christian Fregnan on Unsplash

 

 

poem: Take me to a Place

 

Take me to a place

where you feel no pain

where no one cries

where no troubles exist

 

Show me the path

that I need to follow

to find this land

where everything works

 

Can anyone hear me cry?

Because right now 

I am so very lost

so very tired and broken

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Two Poems by Ahimaz Rajessh

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Photo by Patryk Grądys on Unsplash

 

 

poem: time travel is cruel & kind

 

you’re me. i’m not

one but so many.

you do not walk.

empty and rootless i drift. i’m

you. as everyone digs out caste histories and thump their chests and thighs you drift and i turn at right angles. time’s not linear but parallel. adrift i turn left right left you turn at left angles.

 

cyclone of light or what, i say

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Three Poems by Donna Dallas

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Photo by Wendy Scofield on Unsplash

 

poem: Building Blocks

 

Sometimes I just want to buy something

fuck like it’s the last hurrah

build an ant farm

               although I don’t like ants

I want to do a thing – some kind of thing

               (I started this when I was walking)

and then climbed into myself  Continue reading “Three Poems by Donna Dallas”

Three Poems by Mugu Ganesan

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Photo by Inja Pavlić on Unsplash

 

poem: Noise of life

 

The last autumn leaf now falling 

               And drifting towards alien lands, 

Barren boughs of the maple tree 

               Shivering in the wind’s cold clasp, 

Besotted moths still chasing flames, 

               Days seeking nights pursuing days,  Continue reading “Three Poems by Mugu Ganesan”

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