The excellent people at Burning House do wonderful things, such as: publish a huge range of fascinating fiction, non fiction, images and poetry; use a different editor and theme each month; run a publishing house; and intermittently release a print mag called The Arsonist.
Three of my poems have recently been posted at Burning House. Here’s an extract from one, head over to Burning House have a look at rest.
Waters are coming,
there’s a pulse along Santiago Peak’s antenna-speared spine.
Inland snows have been melting;
the sea is finger-waving at desert sands, there’s too much sting in the sunlight,
the hills are on fire
we’re caught in the middle —
January’s blue fingers in our pockets.
For the month of September the editor is Rachael de Moravia and the theme is:
How do we explore notions of home through art? How do we express longing for—and belonging to—places and landscapes, to communities, to ideas? And what if we don’t belong anywhere? I’m drawn to work that examines why we travel — through exile, or to escape; by force, necessity or choice.