Category Archives: Poetry

Ben Franklin 5.0

Posted on January 19, 2018 by John Biscello

When a nation becomes a paid advertisement for itself founding fathers turn over in their graves which they share with the ghosts of slaves whose chains they inherited on karmic loan.  

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Unlearned

Posted on January 18, 2018 by John Biscello

We are God’s longing to know herself on intimate, unfettered terms, human to the radiant touch and tenderest basking, infinitely unlearned.  

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Narcissus: a Haiku Break-Up

Posted on January 17, 2018 by John Biscello

It’s not really me, but more, well, I suppose you: nothing personal.

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Silent Night

Posted on January 10, 2018 by John Biscello

The ongoing rabble and cinematic narrative in my mind is finding how nourishing and full and tender the heart can grow steeped in silence alone.  

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Wellspring

Posted on January 10, 2018 by John Biscello

Through the grace of repetition, the writing life grounded in the slow, wistful measures of wellspring’s fortune.

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Peerless

Posted on January 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Fasting on remedial prayers, hunger flinting the strike of peerless light at tunnel’s end.

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Burn

Posted on January 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Slow burn of words on a page, how to listen raptly between intervals of felt silence and tapped nerves.

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Backroads

Posted on January 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.

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Fullness

Posted on January 8, 2018 by John Biscello

When the clean quiet fullness of your heart rises and begins to drown the rabble in your head in white light, within and without become clear matching mirrors.  

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Illuminate

Posted on January 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Illuminated manuscript, The Sun Also Sets, spontaneously authored by the divine hand of light’s play on wall.

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