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Tag Archives: angel
Live from Eden
Her talk of bruised skin, and how it caught fire on the far side of trespass, fascinated me to no end. She wanted to burn clean through, didn’t want to hear any more talk about cooler heads prevailing, or stubborn … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, eden, garden, God, John Biscello, kiss, love, passion, poem, spirit, st. teresa
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Tryst
The last time I fornicated with an angel my porchlights blew and we became tranluscent sheets of merger rising above a glassy pool of chartreuse reflecting in cursive the lighted gist of our holy remains. God, I’m open to another … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, fornication, God, Heaven, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, porchlight, prayer, tryst
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Lucy
Renegade angel, pissing golden light, to be obscene not herded.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, golden, haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, liberation, Light, lucy, obscene, poem, spirit
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Pearl
Drowned at a young age, angel to a sunken arc– find her pearl-diving.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, childhood, dive, ghost, girl, hurt, John Biscello, pearl, poemm haiku, resurrection, sea, wreck
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Furls
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, burning, fire, glass, hands, Heaven, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, river, sound, white fire
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Enclosure
She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, angel or sorrow, grave, grief, John Biscello, love, piety, poem, Poetry, weeping
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Fetters
Between worlds, the vetted reaping of Memory, where wings once brushed rash pink, or, how an angel, ennobling fetters, loses sleep to grievous mortal claims.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, angel of grief, feathers, grace, grief, John Biscello, Literary, memory, Poetry
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Furls
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, Chua ek Kay, fire, John Biscello, lotus pond, Poetry, river, sound
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Meet me at the End of the Tunnel
Forsaken angel seeking Mortal reprieve– serious applicants only.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged angel, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, mannequin, Poetry, tunnel
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