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Tag Archives: cave
Pitch
The cave witch’s broom, flares–All those who enter here shall know nightmare’s pitch.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged beach, broom, cave, haiku, John Biscello, nature, witch
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Cavespeak
Sometimes it is like surfing the gloam and reaching down to draw softly rounded syllables from curdles of gray in order to raise the heart’s homesick climes from its deepest and most hidden caves.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cave, dream, heart, homesick, John Biscello, love, pining, poem, spirit
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Remainder
Sometimes, the children who have gone underground, the chance orphans who choose spelunk or burrow or blackest pitch out of necessity and survival instinct, leave behind tangible remnants of their former lives, sacrificed to sights and gods unseen by morally … Continue reading
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Tagged beach, cave, children, dark, John Biscello, loss, poem, Poetry, rock, shoe, sneaker, survival, tunnel, underground
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Orphans
In all the children’s mouths, so many screamless nights amounting to timelocked dreams, adopting a feverish hue and deep freeze all at once, the birth of orphans who wander in fugues, haunting their own lives, seeking blessed reunion with who … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cave, cave-ins, creativity, dreams, exiles, faith, John Biscello, love, mercy, orphans, pain, poem, Poetry, rebirth, screamless, transcendence
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Torch
How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.
Unfinished Nocturne
She is the living embodiment of a nocturne, a girl who gathers dark and silence from the cave she inhabits. Or the cave that inhabits her. She sits, stock-still, a fugitive Buddha quietly gathering dark. Quietly, but not always serenely. … Continue reading
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Tagged Artwork, cave, John Biscello, linda stojak, love, nocturne, onyx, Prose, visual art
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Scar
A jigsaw scar of light, outsourcing God’s inscrutable heart, a movable sear lost and found everywhere, as the mouth of the cave brightly attests.
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Tagged cave, God, heart, John Biscello, Light, puzzle, scar
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Map
Mapping the bluest eye through a cave-dwelling perspective alighted.
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Tagged badlands, bisti badlands, cave, dwelling, John Biscello, Light, map, Poetry
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