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Historyless Touch

Posted on December 30, 2018 by John Biscello

Touch me where I am not, where the fade meets the form, where the furtive scent of glisten perfumes its own root cause and fable, give to me the dirty dinghied secrets of the center, the storied core, which, in … Continue reading →

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Dark Matter

Posted on December 30, 2018 by John Biscello

It is in the dark, the wild opaque frontier of scent and missive, where the thesis of glimmer bares recognition upon who and how much we are not when touching, the run of love a gradient quicksilver etched in pulsing … Continue reading →

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Falling Up

Posted on December 30, 2018 by John Biscello

In the necklaced orgy of stars, the molten bandolier, I found one, blatantly cursive and blue-hot, calling to my center of gravity, my throbbing crisis, and I fell in love, purloining the impossible to give the heart its silent crush, … Continue reading →

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Hunting Season

Posted on December 28, 2018 by John Biscello

Through winter’s icewalk, the heart, a lonely hunter, dares to prey on light.

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Homecoming

Posted on December 28, 2018 by John Biscello

The slow, long walk home, across a frozen tundra– The sun smiles, faintly.    

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Holy holy

Posted on December 26, 2018 by John Biscello

By turns, the sworn blue tenor of lyric and charge, a few simple words warmed over in holy bask and offered to the close-knit belles and folds of slow-felt darkness, a writer’s pinkish interior gauze to hem the silvery saying … Continue reading →

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Odyssey the Remix

Posted on December 26, 2018 by John Biscello

You don’t need a ship and exile, or filial fate and distance, to qualify homesickness– the odyssey is a cellular trip, always has been, its bounds limitless, its lyrical content specifically tailored to your individal course and movements, and so … Continue reading →

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Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Posted on December 26, 2018 by John Biscello

Right now so many of us functioning as cheerleaders in an existential maternity ward showing love and support for our friends and loved ones, for our own tenuous selves, as we rebirth into new forms, as we undergo necessary metamorphoses, … Continue reading →

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Candles for Henry Miller

Posted on December 26, 2018 by John Biscello

Happy birthday, Henry Miller! “One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.”–H. Miller Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spraypaint their chains rainbow siege … Continue reading →

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Calling

Posted on December 25, 2018 by John Biscello

The invitation came out of thin, seeding air– Your life needs you, now.

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