Category Archives: Poetry

Touch

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

On the day that grace re-entered the atmosphere, there was a hush, a sentient quilt of true silence, that covered the pooling plague of static which had made for ill communication, and everyone feelized deeply the limitless scope and range … Continue reading →

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We Could Be Heroes

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

This Just In: times of duress and crisis need heroes, super or otherwise. Find the one that lives inside you, give her a name, give him a persona or crafted style to claim. And if you feel that you are … Continue reading →

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This Glowing Yes

Posted on March 2, 2020 by John Biscello

The Fool lay down on his back in the grass and stared at the illuminated cursive pooling of stars in the night-sky and mused— If the entire universe is a functioning example, a play script and concert operating fluidly under … Continue reading →

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The Master and The Fool: An Archer’s Tale

Posted on February 28, 2020 by John Biscello

The accomplished archer, the Master if you will, handed the bow to his initiate, who many referred to as the Fool. The Master pointed at the target, some fifty feet or so away, and instructed the Fool to hit the … Continue reading →

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Sunspots

Posted on February 27, 2020 by John Biscello

Did you catch that latent glimmer out of the corner of your eye, that fugitive spark? Sometimes, a piece of the sun longs to mate with a certain quality of air in such a way that a marvelous and undimming … Continue reading →

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Will There Be Cake?

Posted on February 27, 2020 by John Biscello

Life, a molecular slideshow and Bardo movie set, generating the most epic proofs of art and illusion, where you, as viewer and participant, are invited to enjoy and celebrate ephemera’s transient take on Creation’s never-ending birthday.

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Promissory

Posted on February 26, 2020 by John Biscello

At the commonest altar, a stone is laid. A voice asks you to turn over the stone and find your name. You do as you are told, and then inform the voice that there is no name to be found, … Continue reading →

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Peal

Posted on February 26, 2020 by John Biscello

If, by carnal you mean a song of skin’s peal and riot drumming itself known to light and liquid, and how they congeal as totemic sacrament, then yes, I will take your pulse wherever it leads.

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Middle School

Posted on February 26, 2020 by John Biscello

Sssssh! You can’t tell yourself, but you have a crush on God. Between classes, in the hallway, you see her leaning obliquely against the edge of a wall, books shadowed in the crook of her arm. Your eyes track her … Continue reading →

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Goonies Forever

Posted on February 25, 2020 by John Biscello

Let no one, ever, tell you what your destiny is or isn’t, or allow their criterion to influence and determine your course of being— There is so much you inside you, so much vast, unexplored country which calls for your … Continue reading →

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