Category Archives: Poetry

Nursery

Posted on March 19, 2018 by John Biscello

The nursery burned, as the children kept playing– Parents worlds away. (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

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Squall

Posted on March 19, 2018 by John Biscello

This way to music, map of birds inking a squall– tenors of deluge. (Artwork by Chua ek Kay)

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Scale

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Mountain, tree, small boy, scaling serene loneliness to a still center. (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Sheath

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Dancing blue-black flame soloing among soft sheaths– ballet’s fragrant leaps. (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)

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Pour

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

It is the shadow that carries small tsunamis to pour, as needed. (Artwork by Pejac)

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Empire State

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Empirical scope, is all that we ask of fame– Steady now, steady. (Photo of Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick)

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Balloon, Sun

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

The Red Balloon of storybook legend, after having reached its pinnacle of fame, decided to reinvent itself as a crimson bauble of a sun, reigning supreme over a private world of geometry and symbols, a realm of pure spirit and … Continue reading →