Tag Archives: ch-ch-ch-changes

Shed

Posted on September 3, 2020 by John Biscello

It is never in your best interest to fashion yourself in a corset of old dead skin; shed, as a sibilant directive, breathes ceremony into the places where you ache, to die, and begin again.

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Birthing Pains

Posted on June 1, 2020 by John Biscello

To see, everywhere, brave little lights going up, flares of hope and justice, holding hands to tip the scales in a bond of solidarity, a fire-chastened purge and desire for change’s holy golden grail, the quest, a blessed rhyme and … Continue reading →

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Declaration Rites

Posted on May 31, 2020 by John Biscello

When a nation becomes a paid advertisement for itself founding fathers turn over in their graves which they share with the ghosts of slaves whose chains they inherited on karmic loan.

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Legend

Posted on April 23, 2020 by John Biscello

Metamorphosis makes demands on us all, and imposes its necessary will, but love, rooted in omnipresence, is not subject to change. It is a legend, limitless in freight and scope, and famous for its radiant center.  

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Thin Air

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

As the plot thickens, Mystery sires its own call, thinning to wonder.    

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