Author Archives: perfectsublimemasters

Ingrained & Intertwined

Posted on December 19, 2018

i. the first time you feel ugly, your head barely reaches over the sink of your childhood bathroom. your mother is brushing your hair, one fistful clenched in a cold steel grip, the other hand tearing away at your tangles … Continue reading →

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Mending The Split

Posted on December 19, 2018

The upcab charged through the lane of blue sky. Sunlit clouds raced. In the back, Richard was slammed into the seat. His holo-screen sizzled. The populating list of insurance agents blitzed, darkened. He swatted the holo to close it. Nothing … Continue reading →

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The Old Ways of Nature and Our Wonders

Posted on December 18, 2018

Shelter is the only option in the face of a hurricane Even then we are not ten feet tall and are so limited One crazy concept is we can pity a dolphin for being seabound An unfurnished room is a … Continue reading →

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Inverted

Posted on December 18, 2018

            6s hang in the door                                     —Bon Iver I call each thrush by true name, I’ve given As Caym, first brother to break ranks, blood Oaths over loaves goes this graceful predator Slaying in the name of self- preservation, serious vanity … Continue reading →

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After Marge Piercy’s Season of Skinny Candles

Posted on December 17, 2018

The glow goes out — a signal of common Only in that cloister where I grew up You could walk the wide streets flicker of candlelight in each window On all other nights — the blue flicker that owns our … Continue reading →

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Accessible Poetry Metaphor

Posted on December 17, 2018

Some people like to dress their newborns up in cute clothes pink frilly dresses blue sports team shirts funky silkscreened onesies fuzzy footsie pajamas with cute animal prints maybe a lion or an elephant or a penguin I prefer the … Continue reading →

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This Kind of Ghost

Posted on December 16, 2018

Tyler and Kristin went into the hospital and three new lives came out. Two ghosts were left in the postpartum suite, then eventually went home too. The ghosts were invisible to Tyler and Kristin at first, drifting through the pack-n-play … Continue reading →

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