Category Archives: Poetry

As Below, So Above

Posted on August 3, 2022 by John Biscello

She came to me when I was a child. When I was two. An angel with massive wings which, when extended, generated a musical whoosh and siege of air that felt like a hurricane to my small world. My small … Continue reading →

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Blue Jukebox

Posted on August 2, 2022 by John Biscello

She passed through the beads dangling in the doorway. Echoes of beads rattling, like glassy cricket bones crunched, her moving forward, stopping at the counter, men’s heads turning, as if on rubbery swivels, none say a word, wordless the men … Continue reading →

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Fireflies

Posted on July 24, 2022 by John Biscello

All these stories– Fireflies in a garden, on a moonless night.

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Upon Closer Examination

Posted on July 23, 2022 by John Biscello

There is a slow burn to holy. The headwaters of holy froth and burble and fizz and speak scandalously in serpent’s alabaster tongues. Do not mistake symbols for metaphors. Do not mistake doors for exits. Your dreams need not possess … Continue reading →

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House of Mystery

Posted on July 23, 2022 by John Biscello

In the house of mystery, dreamers enter the fold. It is a world of myriads. Of what-ifs. Undulating layers. In the house of mystery, expect no answers. None are forthcoming. In the house of mystery, dreamers will experience cataclysmic inversions. … Continue reading →

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Venus Infers

Posted on July 6, 2022 by John Biscello

Venus rising in frothy lace petticoats and sunkissed pearls, the seawear of golden seduction, and I, a lone comma pulsing within the voluptuous grammar of the ocean, I, a conjugal apprentice and disciple to all things invoking beauty to rapture.

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P.S.

Posted on July 5, 2022 by John Biscello

With tenderest regards to everything, to everything, we are a hymnal species of kissing cousins, from amoeba to Moses to the stunning narwhal, our sea tongues have touched upon the lush symmetry and limitless vibrato of a daringly molecular burlesque.

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Lucent

Posted on July 4, 2022 by John Biscello
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Slippers

Posted on July 2, 2022 by John Biscello

The world has become an enormous mouth. Or a senile teenager fumbling with a fire sale chemistry set. Silence, and solitude, arouse their favored ebb within the subtle gloam of twilight. Twilight is a meek and intrepid lover, an inscrutable … Continue reading →

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Twilight

Posted on June 30, 2022 by John Biscello

Twilight is seductively meek. Every day, at day’s end, it inherits the earth through valentine quivers and softcore volitions of symmetry— the sky, at its supple mercy, bruises so easily, pale liminal purple adoring the tenderest wounds between lovers merging … Continue reading →

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