Tag Archives: cosmos

Cosmos

To have an open dialogue with the cosmos through a sensitive antenna of a flower with lavender petals crowning my head was something I used to scoff at or dismiss. And now? I am a gardener, tilling seeds of moonlight … Continue reading

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She Weeps

Victory is the epilogue to squabble. And its prelude too. That is, when your bayonet plunges into the ribcage or spleen of another version of you, the moon weeps slow silver rivers of tears, unconsoled by the glitteringly indifferent stars, … Continue reading

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Words, Silence, Music

“Therefore, speak, speak at any price, say no matter what, since all words have equal value and all say the same thing, all repeat tirelessly the same call for help.” — Samuel Beckett If we are to take Mister Beckett … Continue reading

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Moonstruck

I never learned the secret delicious recipe of making a poem from moon, or the bluest glacial moon-cheese from any of my teachers. It wasn’t their fault. They might have regarded the moon as something distant, something belonging to astronauts, … Continue reading

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Still Life w/ Selfie

  How I, my ego-fiend-self, craves and wishes and desires to take ultimate credit for the words and poems attaching themselves to their mortal host, John Biscello, thinly grafted to his signature and persona, but deep down I understand all … Continue reading

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Twine

Stars, numinous beads and cursive drag of ghostlight outerwear, how God models etheric bling, and jazz, to catch the breath and flammable fancy of lovers, innocent by turns, falling, softly, softly, in twining burning pairs.

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Growing Young

I want to grow young with you, she said. It made perfect sense. People had it all wrong. You don’t grow old, your body, this borrowed vessel, it withers and ages and decays, your body grows old, your brain grows … Continue reading

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Benign

Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss.   (Watercolor by Henry Miller)    

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Swallow

Night swallowing its own tale of snake swallowing its own tail of night.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Starseed

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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