Category Archives: Poetry

Zuzu’s Petals

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

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Claim for the Meek

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading →

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They Are Their Own

Posted on December 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Do you know where your children are? Or rather who, in their ripening pedigree and new language they are in the process of becoming? Make no mistake They are not nor have they ever been yours belonging infinitely to the … Continue reading →

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Night Sky

Posted on November 24, 2017 by John Biscello

Within the plum-dark consciousness of God’s mysterious mind, Stars tells stories of unsung psalms seeded piercingly bright.

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Retreat

Posted on November 23, 2017 by John Biscello

Perfectly still dog, robed in dust; birds, choral and bright, flutter and thrash in needle-comb trees; I, this side of dream, trespass lightly.

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Creed

Posted on November 19, 2017 by John Biscello

As soon as your pen makes first contact with the page you have done yourself the great and holy service of destroying that viral boogeyman, Perfection, which has buried far too many acts of expression and faith, a dream-life darkened … Continue reading →

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What Leaves May Come

Posted on November 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Dance of the Shadow Leaves, a Triptych.

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Drum

Posted on November 14, 2017 by John Biscello

Drum over me God, I am water under the bridge, threaded with silk and sewn with bones flowing, undammed, into the percussive folds of a liquid body, my name and past ceded to babbles of foam upon a colossal, quivering … Continue reading →

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Burn

Posted on November 13, 2017 by John Biscello

The out of womb blues, torch song on code red alert– Slow burning for home.

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Dive

Posted on November 12, 2017 by John Biscello

Writer’s deep sea task, how to breathe underwater– Air of faith, no mask.

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