To the Top of the World

Blue to the front and green to the back. Nothing but mountain and sky for miles above and below. Sitting in a plastic box, miles above the surface, life stands still. It’s just an expanse all around and nothing else matters. I don’t feel small or insignificant or afraid. I just feel a part ofContinue reading “To the Top of the World”

Halfway ‘Round the World Again

Your land is named after & runs through the halfway point of two hemispheres, which is only fitting, because I myself traverse two sides of multiple worlds. One foot on each side, straddling the line between Latin anf American, queer and not. It only makes sense that the equator runs through my veins. I wasContinue reading “Halfway ‘Round the World Again”

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”

Hidden Roads

Winding dirt paths that turn into rocky roads lead the way to hidden routes that few tourists find. We make our way through into people’s homes, communities, and lives, and this time, we’re the colonizers. I like to think we’re benevolent though, as we mean no harm and only want to eat their food andContinue reading “Hidden Roads”

Fellow Nomadic Writer

You sit scrawling across The pages of a spiral notebook With a mysterious hard cover By your side. Your eyes dart Side to side on the occasion When you stop writing to look up. Your mouth forms silent words In what I assume is your method Of deciphering the text that comes Next. Two teenageContinue reading “Fellow Nomadic Writer”

Now Boarding

It’s a muffled call over the speaker But everyone gathers their luggage And snacks and pillows A migration over dirty blue carpets. One by one, trudge by trudge We march staccato, weighed down And imbalanced by heavy bags in varied States of wear. Start with the back Of the plane and fill it up toContinue reading “Now Boarding”

An elf turns inside out for the dragon by Kate Garrett — BURNING HOUSE PRESS

Powerful poetry. Read in the link below! my fire-breathing mother says she believes in love— she preaches starvation, picks the latest drive-thru-visit hoard from her teeth with my toothpick legs via An elf turns inside out for the dragon by Kate Garrett — BURNING HOUSE PRESS

2 Poems by Adam Strauss — BURNING HOUSE PRESS

This is poetry that I don’t completely understand on a logical level, but its sound and flow and rhythm make me feel like I understand something about it viscerally. Click the link to read the 2 poems! His Body Retold He abraded marble Until he reached skin, inner than Any thigh and equally muscular. HeContinue reading “2 Poems by Adam Strauss — BURNING HOUSE PRESS”