Monthly Archives: November 2020

Morning Ritual

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“I’d woken up early, and took a long time getting ready to exist.”– Fernando Pessoa In the early morning, a yawn brought tears to his eyes, and then the agonizing consideration of his metaphysical wardrobe, and how he should appear … Continue reading →

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Intimation

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star” – William Wordsworth Once upon a star, lyrics mated with the dark– Memory was born.

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Living Mythology

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Essentially, mythologies are enormous poems that are renditions of insights, giving some sense of the marvel, the miracle and wonder of life.” – Joseph Campbell Brokering the truest gold from the radiant core of melting mortal want, your life is … Continue reading →

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Twice and Then Some

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“After all, it is no more surprising to be born twice, than it is to be born once.” – Voltaire On the slow winding backroads to heaven, the soul– burnished, braided in ash, given to fits of symmetry, plunged into … Continue reading →

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Attic

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Gnossienne: A moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of … Continue reading →

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Moonglow on Mercy Street

Posted on November 18, 2020 by John Biscello

I am happy to announce that the hardcover edition of my new poetry book, Moonglow on Mercy Street, will be published in early December (CSF Publishing). Anyone potentially interested in reviewing the book for their blog, or other site/forum, please … Continue reading →

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Desire

Posted on November 18, 2020 by John Biscello

Within the rounded sermon of the inanimate, a favored coursing, by which light spreads its wordless fingers upon the world’s private longing.

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Could Be Heaven

Posted on November 18, 2020 by John Biscello

No sin of which to speak, always beginnings, rogue, feral, growing wild among the greenest seasons of fire and becoming, or, siring the form of a dancer dancing in the clouds, lightning at her feet, as the rain begins to … Continue reading →

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The Lighthouse and the Labyrinth

Posted on November 18, 2020 by John Biscello

A thousand and one labyrinths, maybe more, filled with the lost and forlorn, weeping, yet never losing sight of the hidden lighthouse, that favored legend of which rumors have prevailed, to guide the dreamers, in the way that secrets whisper … Continue reading →

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Heart Country

Posted on November 18, 2020 by John Biscello

“Imagination certainly is an entertaining thing to have—and it is great to be a fool.” – Georgia O’ Keefe She, in painting the bones and the blue while distilling, in tenderest strokes, the interior lives and longing of flowers, applied … Continue reading →

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