Tag Archives: cradle

Tuesday

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

You send yourself letters endlessly. They are postmarked from the future, some future date, some invented date, or the dates are all over the map—future and past switch places like Tuesday and Thursday, or Sunday and Monday. That is to … Continue reading →

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Transformation

Posted on March 30, 2020 by John Biscello

There are times when it is necessary for the body to become its own cradle, a nest-fed rocking and grave trembling toward the loam of ceremony and siege, and while transformation isn’t easy, if you listen closely, tender ear to … Continue reading →

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Cradle

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Every cradle begs of its dark a stairway to star grief and love.

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Claim

Posted on June 5, 2018 by John Biscello

We slowdanced in a house of mirrors. Some of the mirrors had been burned in fires and showed black. Others were webbed in cracks. Still others bore dimensional distortions leading to instant surrealism. When I asked her which of her … Continue reading →

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Haze

Posted on February 28, 2018 by John Biscello

Imperturbable, the necessary golem roots in the cradle where lullabies fan, and hover, as if haze to gently respiring bloom.   (Sculpture by Constantin Brancusi)

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Cradle

Posted on October 29, 2017 by John Biscello

Fearful symmetry, the shape of deep, fragile love– Winter’s cradle, stirred.

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