Author Archives: perfectsublimemasters

In This Story, You Saying How You Feel “All Right” Is Not A Cause for Concern

Posted on June 21, 2018

In this dream, you shed your skin; from your pockets, spill these things – antiplatelet medicines, Clopidogrel, Aspirin. Unspin this dream of safety pins, wherein the might of ‘might-have-been’ becomes the force that underpins the breath of your life worn … Continue reading →

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13 Superstitions for a Damsel in Distress

Posted on June 20, 2018

On the backstreet home, watch out for black cats stalking your footsteps. Don’t step in puddles with your high-heeled horseshoes: the clack draws all sorts of bad folk. Knock on wooden doors along the way – let them know you … Continue reading →

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Brittle Jade

Posted on June 20, 2018

You bottled message parlour woman. You crackled knuckle. You tremulo. I am divining joss in your will. I am folding you into a boat. I am paying Father to take a short trip. To look elsewhere. Oh, you cloud of … Continue reading →

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Change

Posted on June 19, 2018

Silence doormat rough Weights me in this time capsule Car’s in the driveway I close the door on twelve years Tomorrow they change the locks John Hicks is an emerging poet who has been published or accepted for publication by … Continue reading →

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Imitation

Posted on June 19, 2018

Why do we return the sounds of other creatures: hoot back to an owl, yip with the coyotes; as though they ask for our vote, and we reciprocate without knowing what we’ve said? If an owl calls, does our imitation … Continue reading →

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Films About Ghosts

Posted on June 18, 2018

“If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.”—Adam Duritz Skin flakes fell. Blood baked on the hot asphalt. The salty, metallic stench of sweat wafted in the summer air as the zombie shambled, chasing the frazzled sheriff … Continue reading →

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Foreplay

Posted on June 18, 2018

It’s the underwear section, once again. Boxers, trunks, and briefs crave for my attention, trapped in shiny boxes waiting to be used and abused by the perennial scent of male body parts: a chemistry of cock odor and crotch sweat. … Continue reading →

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