A
retired educator, Jack e Lorts lives in a small community in Eastern
Oregon. His “Ephram Pratt” poems have appeared widely online
in such places as Haggard and Halloo, Literary Juice, Elohi Gadugi,
Locust and elsewhere. His most recent chapbook is “Dear Gilbert
Sorrentino & Other Poems” from Finishing Line Press.
Ephram Pratt Unties the Umbilical Cord of Silence
No longer does
he know the answers
he knew in earlier times,
in the time
of spotted lizards
on the horizon,
during the days
of warfare
in the jungles of Ceylon.
His life crosses
slowly into the shadows
of a silence
heard only
by the trees
clustered about his feet,
reigning in the
wilderness of nightfall,
in the rooms
classified as winsome
and kept tied together
by an umbilical cord
of dark velvet.
Ephram Pratt Entertains a Night of Glass
Philodendrons asleep
on the counter top,
rising & falling
like miniature elves
in a game of chess,
chasing small
imaginary creatures
into the silence
of a thousand illuminations.
Let the effects
of lantern windows
enlighten the caves
and closets
of shoulder length shadows,
standing dormant
in an invisible orchard of glass,
like broken totems
falling from the sky
filling a diorama
of ill begotten votaries.
Ephram Pratt Enters a Vapidity of Evil
Inured of a vapidity
lining the side streets
of a divine abyss,
the Ambassador to Valhalla
counts the limbs
found lining
the streets of
a negative slander,
the alleyways
standing vacant
as window dressing,
as birdshot
blanketing the
brocaded nightmares
of a silent dawn
sifting slowly
into a slippery
afternoon of evil.
Ephram Pratt Sings of the Darkness
Freshly mown
like invisible grass
closing in on the horizon,
week by week
and hour by hour,
the libertine voyeurs
linger in the darkness
like starlings
diving into deep pools
of snow birds,
bristling with agitation,
growling in tiny
voices of distain.
Let them imitate
weddings taking place
in silence,
while blue bells
eat & breath
in the vacant distance,
illicit and glowing.
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