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Monthly Archives: January 2020
Love Is
I miss you already, the sun-kissed daisy whispered to the migrant flake of snow, which clung like a hopeful bead to the daisy’s delicate petal before dying a lover’s death and melting.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged flowerbeds, it's a love thing, John Biscello, Poetry, seasons, snowflake's fancy, spring kisses winter
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This Side of Burlesque
And then came the day when he realized he was free, always had been to enjoy the abstracted stage-play of his thoughts and their formations, something of an idiot’s delight, same as the scabbed-glass opera of the world without, its … Continue reading
The Jackdaw and The Doll
A work in progress street scene from “The Jackdaw and the Doll,” a fable I wrote inspired by a story about Franz Kafka. The book is being illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama, as her artistry interprets and realizes a world of … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged children's book, fable, franz kafka, izumi yokoyama, John Biscello, mood piece, prague, Prose, storytelling
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Welcome to the Dollhouse
Ballad of the Cuckoos is offering an intimate sneak-peek into “the room” in which our protagonists find themselves trapped. This small-scale model of the “Cuckoos Nest,” was created by my daughter, Sierra-Lindsey Biscello, who has been buiding custom-made dollhouses from … Continue reading
Fool’s Play
To marvel dumbly, and trespass, with a sense of the infinite backlighting a wink– this, the way of the Fool, or sacred is as sacred does, when trusting the air in its holy relationship to plunge.
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Tagged fool, in air we trust, John Biscello, poem, sacred clowning, taking the leap, the plunge, the reign of naivete
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The Earthling Chronicles
The Martians, in their conscious longevity, stamped our passports and immigration documents long before our legacy of amnesia broke and we came to realize that everything, including our sense of planetary privilege, has been a sham, a lost man’s desperate … Continue reading
Calling
The crow, weighing on the snow-skinned branch, caws with dark religious insistence, like a sailor homesick for love, or its remaindered sibling. There is an unremitting hoarseness to Eternity that disguises its calling in still feathers and winter’s light.
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Tagged caw of the wild, crow, eternal returns, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, winter's light
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Inspiration’s Track
Inspiration is not a matter of chance, or waiting, or a magic spell that demands bated breath and fretted suspension— it is the fact that you pick up a pen, your fingers growing warm and intimate with its weight and … Continue reading
You Are Here
To venerate, the privilege of air inside the ceremony of lungs and chance, where you, as an honored guest, get to ripen and breathe the adventure of your name into a free-range universe.
Awakening
Did I look down, or peer within when I saw the golden grass waving like liquid tendrils of light? At the soft, rounded edge of dream, a beckoning to fall, to endear charm to the fool’s play calling your truest … Continue reading
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