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Wakefulness

Posted on December 22, 2018 by John Biscello

We are bibless children in a cosmic playpen dribbling starjuice and spitting up blood hoping our mothers any mothers will come and clean it up before the deluge orphans us to the jarring rift of dreamless wake.

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Tis the Season

Posted on December 21, 2018 by John Biscello

In the enormous unchambered charity of the heart I found a season, stripped and flagrant and seeded to praise, matching light to its own dark, initiating a holy run of embers and symmetry, wombkind’s respiring reset, through which dreams usher … Continue reading →

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Fred and Ginger’s Step-children

Posted on December 20, 2018 by John Biscello

There is a stunning and original reciprocity that takes place when two people are moved to dance while holding hands with only air beneath their feet.

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No Answers Needed

Posted on December 20, 2018 by John Biscello

What would it be like to immerse fully in glory-be, the phoenix scatting heraldic firewalk bop through a veil of scattered ashes, a sound bath comprising a plasmic cake of purple bubbles and mint slather, what would it be like … Continue reading →

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Impersonally Yours

Posted on December 19, 2018 by John Biscello

The green woman, dressed in fire, came to me again  last night and affirmed– While not taking anything personally is quite a feat for one to accomplish, imagine just imagine a world within where you no longer take yourself personally, … Continue reading →

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Nocturne’s Launch

Posted on December 18, 2018 by John Biscello

So grateful for the gathering of people who became a part of the magical and inspired launch of Nocturne Variations, and in the gracelighted eternal words of the Little Prince: “What is essential is invisible to the eye, it is … Continue reading →

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Can You Dig It?

Posted on December 18, 2018 by John Biscello

So many souls as buried cathedrals yet look closely and even the barest hint of broken spire peeking out from beneath the rubble and tomb-swell will tell you that an elaborate structure of magnificence and wonder is waiting to be … Continue reading →

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What If?

Posted on December 18, 2018 by John Biscello

What is imagination but a continual granting of permission-to-self to free-associate beyond constraints, blockages and moral codes, to bob and float, weave and flow, in a wine-dark sea of dreams, to riff like a muthafucka whose fleabitten firepants are down … Continue reading →

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Boy and Girl

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

   I remember the time, Anya, when my mother asked about you and me. I was thirteen. My mother’s sickness was in its early stages. She had already turned the couch in the living-room into her sickbed. She hated lying … Continue reading →

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Timeshare

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading →

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