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Monthly Archives: March 2018
Juice
Slow kind of winter, Spring, mainlining taproot juice, hastens light to mold.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cycles, God, haiku, John Biscello, Light, nature, poem, seasons, spirit, spring, Winter, writing life
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Lovesong, the Remix
It became a goal, soul-mate to my own damned self– Nerves on the first date.
No Dominion
It was about time, epitaph planned in advance– Will you dance with me?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dance, death, Dylan Thomas, epitaph, gallow's humor, grave, haiku, immortality, John Biscello, life, poem
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Savor
It is that mouth, pursed, sentencing savor to burn, to kiss, between lines.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged boy, girl, haiku, John Biscello, kiss, line, lust, mouth, passion, poem, romance, writing life
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Snapshot
(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Seven years later, reflecting upon an analytical snapshot held up to the light: Thirty-three, unemployed, a boatload of debt, drinking excessively, divorcee, amateur plumber of shit-clogged pipe dreams—when I got my head stuck up my … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, fiction, John Biscello, New York, novel, Prose, Raking the Dust, snapshot, story, Taos, writing life
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Pearl Diver
She, the pearl-diver, master of holding her breath, breathes out, and rises.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged breath, breathign, dream, girl, haiku, John Biscello, life, master, pearl, pearl diver, poem, spirit, water, woman
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Pearl
Drowned at a young age, angel to a sunken arc– find her pearl-diving.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, childhood, dive, ghost, girl, hurt, John Biscello, pearl, poemm haiku, resurrection, sea, wreck
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Easter
She, tender Sunday, wearing only beads of rain– her skin held the light.
Meeting D.J.
(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) I see you decided to join me. I didn’t want you to drink alone. We sat at an empty table flanking the wall. The band was now playing a mournful ballad. Something about two lovers … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged D.J. Alex, excerpt, John Biscello, New York, novel, Prose, Raking the Dust, romance, story, Surrealism, Taos, unsolicited press, writing life
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Winged
How little they know, of her flights beyond reason– Her world, winged, widens. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bird, crow, dream, fable, flight, haiku, imagination, izumi yokoyama, John Biscello, myth, poem, solitude, surreal
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