Author Archives: perfectsublimemasters

Ripe

I walk down to the orchard summoned by purple, the ecstasy of wisteria and the soft persimmon sun. Did you know a pear tree is a paradise of limbs and leaves? Anjou, Bartlett, and Bosc garlands hang heavy across this … Continue reading

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Take My Hand

Please don’t plant me neat rows of rosebushes and tulips at attention, no manicured gardens or crystal vases of cut stems. Instead, take my hand, lead me onto rain-softened grass which undulates like a boat on a summer lake, lie … Continue reading

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Requiem for Myself

When I die plant a pinwheel in an open field where winter’s wind and rain march forcefully across in battalions, and you can stumble out there to meet me one late afternoon when you feel the world must surely be … Continue reading

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Break

Codes, cups, knee caps your mother’s back the camel’s a toe, a tooth, a leg a collarbone a promise, an oath capillaries into cobalt ecchymoses break into a sweat, a sob, a run someone to break your fall mid-air batter … Continue reading

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We Didn’t Have To Take Our Shoes Off

She glared at a crack on a translucent vase that held browning orchids trying to smile at her with microscopic fangs. Petals waving at her eyes as she pulls a striped hijab over them, guilty for having thoughts of harming … Continue reading

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Ephram Pratt Paints a Picture of Word Turnings

Camouflaged tanks of warm pus linger in the shadows, their phallic warm to the touch, pointed toward the hills, out across the plains, into the range of mountain goats climbing silently the heights of ancient warnings tapped into unreason by … Continue reading

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Ephram Pratt Brings Warnings from the Prophets

Broken like a balloon drifting into a coal mine, his eyelids were frozen, in place of multifaceted heads of lettuce, topaz in hot hands of toil, afraid of gold door knockers, listening with open ears. He was tempted to read … Continue reading

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