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Monthly Archives: June 2019
Vines
No one said a word, but the house knows the story– The doors remain locked. (Photo by Heather Ross)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, heather ross, house, John Biscello, lovely, photo, poem, tragic
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Holding Pattern
Even now, it’s vague, how an image claims absence– Looking back, I freeze. (Photo by Heather Ross)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, heather ross, John Biscello, photo, poem, reflections of, through a looking glass
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Chet Baker
The fastest road to heaven is also the slowest and most deeply felt– through a glinting horn, paradox waxes and wanes, to give cherish its moving line on grace.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged chet baker, horn man, jazz, John Biscello, note by note, poem, the immortal solo
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Moonstruck
Coming attractions– The moon, starring in its own epic tome to film.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged a trip to the moon, Cinema, george melies, John Biscello, moonshot, poem, silent film
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Wishlist
And when the rain comes, so many dreams remembered to wonder, cradled. (Wish Piece III by Yoko Ono)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cloudscrolling, haiku, john and yoko, John Biscello, poem, wish piece, wishing well, yoko ono
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The Ballad of Yoko
The hate mail and small-hearted slander did not stop her voice from cueing up soft in the center stones to sing and cheer on the slowest runners en route to heaven.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, one woman's journey, poem, stone soup, tribute, yoko ono
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Siren
Grief embraces change through form, exploded to shape a sense of calling. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Abstract Expressionism, haiku, John Biscello, Mark Rothko, poem, renewal, siren song, yellow on fire
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Faulkner Country
Into the veins went sweet, whistling air, whittled bark, and dark, teeming soil, and out poured insular lyrics, sculpted with gospel flair, to give the Word its fated due.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged fury and then some, John Biscello, poem, sound, southern gothic, the legends, william faulkner, Word Up
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Wild Shoots
Alternatively, love the extraordinary fact of your being.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged extraordinary, John Biscello, kiss your own hand, love in its fullest, Oscar Wilde, poem, quote
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Walt Whitman
In a tumbling leaf, you found the secret to song– Wonder, unceasing.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, nature on the move, pay attention, spiritspeak, walt whitman, wonder
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