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Anima
A mother’s dollhouse, twinning brother and sister– Hemingway, age two.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged anima, feminine, haiku, Hemingway, John Biscello, masculine, photo, Poetry
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Blade
The moon woman bled in shamanic company– blade warm and dripping.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, blade, haiku, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, moon, moon woman, poem, Poetry
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Legend
Summer in Brooklyn, hydrant dreaming in graffiti– legends of childhood.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, decay, graffiti, haiku, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, summer, urban
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Eden
No one had suspected that Eden’s true location had been buried and hidden beneath centuries upon sepulchral centuries of death masks and psychic makeovers
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, bible, death mask, eden, female, Garden of Eden, John Biscello, myth, poem, Poetry
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Marianne
A rocking chair stilled, white on white, burning, no sound– So long, Marianne.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, leonard cohen, marianne, mourning, photo, poem, Poetry, so long marianne
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Silhouette
Baring a life sentence of notes and text, the steady bow executes its awful rowing toward God in marginal silhouette.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged God, John Biscello, Loui Jover, music, newspaper, newsprint, poem, Poetry, violin
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Piety
By piety’s standard, a radiant guise, refracting the levels and measures of a true mirror– woman, man, silence, choir.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged jesus, John Biscello, love, piety, poem, Poetry, radiance
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Crumbs
On a moonless night, portrait of an inner child– follow the bread crumbs.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged creepy, doll, haiku, haunted, inner child, John Biscello, poem, Poetry
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Music
Sometimes, when alone, and faced with the prospect of music as a savior, the choice between which record to play means all the difference in the world in getting through a day in a life ordered to meet someone else’s … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged 1950s, John Biscello, music, poem, Poetry, record, vintage, woman
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Vintage
Brooklyn, 1957, shotgun postcard glory and grain of bygone, brick-backed, bathing-capped great aunts I never knew, Josie and Anna-Mae, sirens modeling sass and moxie on a hot summer’s day before the sun went down.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged aunts, beach, Brooklyn, family, John Biscello, Literary, old-timey, poem, Poetry
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