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Tag Archives: children
Children of the Moon
We the motherless fatherless children of the moon wake up dreamless weeping. This is why we seek the all dreaming. The all dreaming is more feeling than place. Sometimes not always but sometimes we are chased by the fates. The … Continue reading
Succulent
Moonlight is edible. If you don’t believe me watch the mouths of children at night.
What You Can’t See
Sunset, beading flashfire sparks and gilded symmetry, upon the gloss-dark wings of crows, who, in brazen observance, caw with religious fervor, an airing of lyrics intimately vested to the secret lives of children, walking home, winged.
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Tagged children, crows, John Biscello, lyrical liftoff, Poetry, singing, sunset, the walk home, winging it
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Torch Song
Nature does not express opinions, she asserts herself with whatever force is necessary to explode the billion screaming hearts tendered from her wellsprung artistry. Nature does not engage in philosophy or debates, she, unbridled, the husbandless pagan, teems and throbs … Continue reading
Wonder
Each spring they return, bound to renew small wonders– Innocent by turns. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Peter
Weeping for his past, rare photo of Peter Pan– Next stop, Neverland. (Photo by Weegee)
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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Lemonade
After the deluge of lemons stopped, adults everywhere, altered by the citric downpour, carved into the future with zest and salacious glee, and set up stands on sidewalks and roadsides, selling lemonade refreshed from the heart of Childhood’s immutable lore.
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Tagged child, children, citrus, deluge, glee, heart, John Biscello, joy, lemonade, new beginning, poem, refreshment, simple, vision
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They Are Their Own
Do you know where your children are? Or rather who, in their ripening pedigree and new language they are in the process of becoming? Make no mistake They are not nor have they ever been yours belonging infinitely to the … Continue reading
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Tagged children, family, John Biscello, Literary, love, poem, Poetry, revolution, soul, spirit, Spoken Word, youth
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