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Lemonade
After the deluge of lemons stopped, adults everywhere, altered by the citric downpour, carved into the future with zest and salacious glee, and set up stands on sidewalks and roadsides, selling lemonade refreshed from the heart of Childhood’s immutable lore.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged child, children, citrus, deluge, glee, heart, John Biscello, joy, lemonade, new beginning, poem, refreshment, simple, vision
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Savor
I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading
Porchlight
The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged aureole, dark, heart, heartsick, Heaven, home, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, porchlight, solace
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The Argument
Reality and me have disagreements all the time. Reality is, by nature, inviolable. And a bit of an existential bully. I am, by illicit union, a child of fiction. And tender in the center. Reality and me don’t always see … Continue reading
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Tagged center, existence, fiction, grail, John Biscello, nature, poem, Poetry, reality, story, union
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Freezing Anya
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, Bensonhurst, break-up, Brooklyn, crush, forever, John Biscello, loss, love, novel, Prose, romance, story
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Yes
The tenderest means to a true center is through loss accepted gracefully and yes praised.
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Tagged acceptance, center, grace, John Biscello, loss, love, poem, Poetry, praise, spirit, yes
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Awake
I awoke early and took my sweet time getting ready to exist in the way and who I wanted to become.
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Tagged awakening, dream, existence, John Biscello, life, poem, self-actualization, self-fullfillment, the way, the who, time
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Husk
The quiet net of one’s fingers, mute and aggrieved, yet lapping volumes of light, a measureless brood husking the dark to derive a glean, its rivet bound to the commonest plight.
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Tagged Beauty, craft, dark, dream, husk, inspiration, John Biscello, Light, love's labor, net, poem, shadow, writing
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Ravels
At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.
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Tagged Beauty, dark, deveotion, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, luscious, poem, ravels, sadness, text, writing
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Ink
Devotion, the day you ink small miracles in a palm not your own.
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Tagged devotion, dream, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, love, miracles, poem
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