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N.
Sssshhh, gently now, gently, Love, the slippered guest, the tender trespasser, enters the house of wet leaves, softly, finger pressed to asking lips, no more questions, just this: the sound of rain, pealing, to bless storied thirst.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dedication, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rain, slippers, ssshhh, story, tender, whisper
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Daisies
To have, to have not, in the end, it’s all the same– thrill to wet daisies.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged daisies, feel, flowers, garden, haiku, hold, John Biscello, love, Poetry, touch, wet
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Arc
Here, learning to craft, birth to arc, John Biscello– my life’s truest art.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, birthday, craft, haiku, identity, John Biscello, poem, soul, spirit, the writer's life
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The Passion of Joan of Arc
(Review of The Passion of Joan of Arc, the silent film classic, which is celebrating its 90th anniversary.) Celebrating its 90th anniversary, Dreyer’s film remains starkly modern in its composition and complexion, fixed in an otherworldly and hallucinogenic present. Jean Cocteau … Continue reading
Posted in Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged carl theodore dreyer, Cinema, essay, joan of arc, John Biscello, mystic, Prose, renee maria falconetti, Review, riot material, saint, silent film, the passion of joan of arc, visionary
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Pour
I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Blue, clouds, found, gazing, haiku, John Biscello, Light, lost, nature, poem, pour, sky
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Wilds
Slow down, my brave child, where wilds grow, soul is taken– You star your own fate.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged child, dream, fate, haiku, John Biscello, poem, soul, spirit, star, wild
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Feathers
Song, caught in her hair, something about torn feathers, running, blue to form.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Blue, dream, feathers, girl, haiku, John Biscello, music, poem, Poetry, running, song, torn
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Begin
No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged begin, haiku, here and now, I, John Biscello, mythology, poem, self, soul, spirit
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Unabated
Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged birthday, breath, freedom, hope, John Biscello, new beginning, new chapter, poem, rebirth, soul, unabated, unfettered, window
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Granny and Chaplin
(Today is my grandmother May’s birthday, May-Day in my heart. Tomorrow is Sir Charlie Chaplin’s birthday, Fool’s-Play-Day in my heart. And so, in honor of these two wonderful and loving spirits) In times of hardship and heartache my grandmother … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged charlie chaplin, comedy, grandmother, granny, hope, John Biscello, laughter, love, may daddi, Prose, smile, spirit-guides, story
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John Biscello 