Monthly Archives: March 2018

Blue

Posted on March 25, 2018 by John Biscello

That year, in Paris, distant blue was all the rage– the clown’s mood thickened.   (Painting by Edward Hopper)

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Ice Cream

Posted on March 25, 2018 by John Biscello

Like ice cream, this dream of life, wintering its soul– How lovely the melt!   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Happenstance

Posted on March 25, 2018 by John Biscello

You mean to tell me that God is Bo Peep and her sheep are not sheep at all but rather dream-spiders spinning intricate patterns and noodle-strand mandalas to freestyle a movable feast in some obscure forest known by some as … Continue reading →

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Autobiography

Posted on March 25, 2018 by John Biscello

To know myself, a rogue aggregate of loving atoms, a happy shivering clusterfuck of luminous baubles banded together to forge and assume an alleged identity, no papers or pulpit required, to fulfill an arc, and heart-guided directives, to be a … Continue reading →

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Starseed

Posted on March 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Footfalls

Posted on March 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Not a simple feat, to follow one’s own footsteps– I, me, her, repeat.        

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If on a Winter’s Night…

Posted on March 23, 2018 by John Biscello

In winter’s maw, snow, flutters of feathery pecks– kisses, melt to rash.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Gertrude Stein

Posted on March 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Matron saint of reps, one word, next, again, the same– Style, the modern rage.   (Picasso’s portrait of Gertrude Stein)

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Veils

Posted on March 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Succubus to self, modeling Salome, dance of the seven deadly veils, thinned, to bare pleasure, and visitation rites.

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Bone Dry

Posted on March 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Those crisp autumn nights, alone, with miles and miles of thoughts worn to the bone.   (Painting by Edward Hopper)

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