His and Hers

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I saw us, my love,
long after we were gone–
Ghosts of lives, well-worn.
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Here’s Looking at Us

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Is this not the art
and trick to being human,
and in love?
A matter of perspective,
a rooted widening,
wherein distances
harbor the marvels
of intimacy
in rapt enclosure?
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Her

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She, the mystery,
to whom I turn toward, falling,
with light in my eyes.
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Corner Shot

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The word on the street
kept him waiting for a dame
made of ink-wet dreams.
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Coquetry

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The sea’s salt-fringed skirt
glistens, while flashing rare pearls-
Shoreline pants, waiting.

 

 

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What Lasts

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Renewal,
in nuptial surges
and capered bibs
of froth;
the stones,
studded to shore,
ennoble the silence
of their music
to the fondling sea,
mates playing freely
on the wild fadeless cusp
of here
and forevermore.
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Hypnotherapy

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The most curious eye,
voracious in its wandering,
seals volumes of air
for Imagination
to digest
and respire in.
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Transients

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She was a matter of falling,
and scaling the air,
and I, street to her clouds,
abandoned myself
to growing realer
and realer
in vivid contrast
to her sofly fading out
and in.
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Listening to the Dark-John Biscello

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, featured on Heretics, Lovers and Madmen.

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an excerpt from “No Man’s Brooklyn”

Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark.

Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d set up a tent and eat candy and look up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling, and the planets and meteors too. The stars were yellow and the meteors were red and the planets were all different colors. And you’d say let’s be quiet and listen to the dark and we’d listen for a little while but you could never keep quiet for long and you’d start asking me questions like what did the dark sound like to me and what was I thinking but my favorite part were those intervals of silence when we were not only listening to the dark but also breathing it and perhaps dreaming it…

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As Below, So Above

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Katabasis,
or downgoing,
is an ancient practice
with no set course
or singular pattern;
every human,
in their own time,
at their own pace,
braves the simple, necessary steps
to align the air of metaphor
with foolproof grounding,
en route to staggered alchemy
at every turn.

 

 

 

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