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 girl for you I looked at your skin mags & confused tried to […]
via Don’t Say I Did Nothing For You by Meeah Williams — 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 cigarettes and rain drops. In the burning of […]
via Exile, intensive care by Christina Tudor-Sideri — 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 / and no more room for intimacy / August is a silent scarring / a tension you can taste / stinking rotten in the air / it is a dozen new bruises / peppering my limbs every […]
via Three poems by Wanda Deglane — 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 & retorts of nearly went & nearly wait – […]
via Berceuses by Petero Kalulé — 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, a loose tie, knots, not around neck formal education white suits, tucked-in […]
via Art + Poetry by nublaccsoul — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
I am shook. Read this poem! Click the link below.
when the blood came the nowhere voice said paint your lips red this was under the table in the blank space between sweetheart and cunt I obeyed as I always do the nowhere voice
via lips by Eve Black — BURNING HOUSE PRESS
This was a particularly haunting and compelling look at depression. An absolutely excellent read! Click the link below to see the full story.
Corinne shrunk herself to bird size, just hatched. Cupped on a leaf, she floated down from a tree branch delicately. Her mind rocked back and forth, rocking the leaf back and forth. This was something she did sometimes when she needed to calm down, more relaxing than counting to ten. In her vision, a centipede […]
via Crevice by Trina Young — BURNING HOUSE PRESS