lips by Eve Black — 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

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. He plucked flowers off vines And glued them with marrow To stone slab as it becomes Altar, ulterior Motive for fiction and Its facts: go in too

via 2 Poems by Adam Strauss — 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 had rotten, black and missing front teeth. I couldn’t see a lot of the women’s teeth, only their eyes, and often not even. There were many women dressed from […]

via Nothing Dries Sooner Than A Tear* by Joanna Pickering — BURNING HOUSE PRESS