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Category Archives: Poetry
SallyGray is Gone
It was a privilege to wrrite the intro to Joe DePatta’s debut poetry collection: SallyGray is Gone. Coming soon from CSF Publishing. Sally Gray is gone. Four words amounting to an irrefutable statement, a hard fact. Four words that come … Continue reading
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Tagged coming soon, CSF Publishing, joe depatta, love and longing, new book, poems, Poetry
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Speakeasy
Dreams are like speakeasies for the soul. A secret password so you can enter, unchecked moral boundaries allowing you to trespass and indulge freely in the vagrant and illicit, after hours pressing of bootleg vinyl that places scorched scarabs in … Continue reading
In Wonder
As long as there are little girls with heart-shaped glasses who are out there, among the blackbirds and dandelions, generously unwinding string like floating rivers of silk, as they put their butterfly-beating hearts into the flying of a kite on … Continue reading
Flashpoint
Don’t you see, you young foolish headstrong man you, only when the separation between subject and object dissolves, only then will you know the passive, panting worth of the world, betrothed as phantom bride to every intuitive seed planted, where … Continue reading
What We Can’t Measure
In a world of agitated solos, competitive streams of ticker-tape bickering, and relentlessly sharpened points of comparison, it is comforting to know that every single breath we take, last to first, is an uncomplicated gift beyond measure.
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Tagged breath by breath, breathing lessons, John Biscello, la dolce vita, Poetry
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New York to New Mexico
My interview on the podcast, What’s Up ABQ, is now streaming (2/10). I had a blast talking with Chris and Ryan, not only about my new poetry book, Moonglow on Mercy Street, but also the world of comics, Choose Your … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Books, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged Albuquerque, Brooklyn, John Biscello, moonglow on mercy street, New Mexico, podcast, poetry book, Taos, the writing life, whats up abq
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Moonglow Now Available
The hardcover edition of Moonglow on Mercy Street, my second book of poetry, is now available. For anyone interested in purchasing a copy, you can do so here. Cheers & blessings!
Posted in Books, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged crow medicine, CSF Publishing, John Biscello, literary news, moonglow, new book, new release, poems, Poetry
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Hard Candy
Childhood. Sometimes it feels like a piece of hard candy I swallowed long ago, and that hard candy remains stuck in my throat. Most of the time I am unaware of its presence, but then something will shift and I … Continue reading
Mainline
In these parts, we mainline moonglow. It’s what we do. It’s our thing. We shoot moonglow directly into our veins and our blood becomes gospel as we start to sing hallelujah and glory-be— We dream daytime dreams of phoenixes burning … Continue reading
Raging Bull: A Prayer for my Father
Do not go gently into that good night, father. Fight, fight, tooth and nail, like the iron-willed boxer you always were— dancing around the ring, pumping jabs and ducking, bobbing and weaving— Sure, you took your lumps and bruises, and … Continue reading
