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
Coming soon! An excellent set of stories. Follow the writer’s blog to get a glimpse of what’s in store 🙂
I am D. Avery and it’s been 9 days since I have posted anything or written anything new. I have not quit writing. In fact I have been… formatting. I am pretty excited to be getting this project finished up. Within this cover you will find (soon) flash fiction previously shown here at ShiftnShake […]
via Admitting — ShiftnShake
Wrote this piece for my cousin’s blog. Follow the link below to read the full review!
Review of “And the Mountains Echoed” by Khaled Hosseini
via And the Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini: Review — The Misadventures of a Media Journalist
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
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
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