I just absolutely loved this poem. Click the link to check it out! https://wp.me/p7uWns-2Yr
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Don’t Say I Did Nothing For You by Meeah Williams — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
This poem is absolute fiiiiiiiirrreeeeee!!!! Click the link below to see it! Because I stood up & threw half-hearted punches at unimpressed bullies for you I got beat down & climbed back up spitting blood & seeing stars for you I struck out, dropped routine fly balls & ran to first base like a girlContinue reading “Don’t Say I Did Nothing For You by Meeah Williams — BURNING HOUSE PRESS”
Exile, intensive care by Christina Tudor-Sideri — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
Click the link to read. Beautiful work! I am not from here. I am from somewhere in between push and pull. I am a thrust not yet experienced by what people usually call ‘home’. I am exiled. I am exile. I reside not in my consciousness, but in the lingering smell of last night’s cigarettesContinue reading “Exile, intensive care by Christina Tudor-Sideri — BURNING HOUSE PRESS”
Three poems by Wanda Deglane — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
What a brutal batch of poems. I loved them. “…scream endlessly into their ears in one long, feral sound. because closure isn’t real, but screaming is.” Click the link below for more stunning lines like these! August August is second-degree burns / from hands grazing against metal / it is waking from sweat-dripping nightmares /Continue reading “Three poems by Wanda Deglane — BURNING HOUSE PRESS”
Berceuses by Petero Kalulé — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
Click below to see all 3 poems. I’m a fan 🙂 Dementia come to mind cloud come to cloud mind – Marie Ponsot & every now & then, i sit by her feet, on her porch never ever talking. & together, we watch the soughing heavens mutter, str- etching their cotton-silvers in lulls & retortsContinue reading “Berceuses by Petero Kalulé — BURNING HOUSE PRESS”
Art + Poetry by nublaccsoul — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
This is gorgeous work! Click the link below to see and read. A pair of paradox, or pandora’s box We are forgotten yesterdays of tomorrow, note-booked mementos on thighs time travelled, back from the future, a few tsha-tsha with flashes blackouts and gray-matter gashes, the slurred dance of good memory, crib-notes on collar-bones, bare chest,Continue reading “Art + Poetry by nublaccsoul — BURNING HOUSE PRESS”
From Joanna Pickering through BHP
What an absolutely talented writer. The language is just so beautiful, which just adds to the devastation of the story. Seriously, do not miss out on this one! Marrakesh, Old Town Everyone seemed to have rotten, black, and missing front teeth. They were friendly and kept smiling and that’s how I saw they mostly hadContinue reading “From Joanna Pickering through BHP”