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Category Archives: Poetry
Decree
If you are wondering what is happening to the earth, or what that sound is you hear at night, halfway between dream and mortar, rest easy, it is simply women waking up to move mountains, by order of the Moon’s … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, love is real, mother knows best, mountain relocation program, poem, waking women
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Nimbically Yours
Piers, the nimbic embodiment of all that there is, right now. New Romanticism in the air. Nocturne. It’s what clouds eat for breakfast.
Posted in Books, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged clouds, John Biscello, nocturne variations, novel, piers, the new romanticism, waif, what gender are you not?
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Swinger
Piers, at play, in the swingland of shadows and thinned veils.
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Tagged John Biscello, nocturne variations, novel, park, piers, shadow, swing, veils
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What Dreams May Come
Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.
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Tagged clouds, John Biscello, nocturne variations, novel, november 2018, photo, piers, shadow
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Veils
Veils thin, and purple, to reveal those between worlds– Do not be so sure.
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Tagged haiku, John Biscello, purple, silhouette, specter, twilight, veils
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Apparitional
Trudging through fresh dusk, apparitions leave no prints– twilight becomes them.
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Tagged apparition, dusk, gloam, haiku, John Biscello, twilight
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Scarring
There are stories, chanced to be heard in silent scars– listen with your eyes.
Hemingway in Mexico
Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.
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Tagged haiku, Hemingway, John Biscello, mexico, people are lovely, to have and have not
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Hotel Story
Where she fell in love, a red-lettered memory of palms holding sun.
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Tagged haiku, hotel, John Biscello, nostalgia, poem, romance
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