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Tag Archives: creation
In the Catacombs of Grief
In the catacombs of grief, she wandered. She wandered, without thirst, without hunger. This frightened her. Had she lost her basic humanity? Why had she created such elaborate labyrinths? Say that ten times fast, she said to herself. At least … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged catacombs, creation, fragment, grief, labyrinth, moodspells, Prose, wandeirng woman, writer
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The Source
For mothers everywhere: Their hearts, registeredas infinite beacons,have gone gentlyand luminously into nightsnot so good and pitch-black, bravingflytrap folds and god-awful rowsto soothe, mend andrestore the bruised vitalsof daughters and sons;they go, infused with bright rage,green force driving homenocturnes and … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry
Tagged creation, feminine divine, homage, love, mothers, origin story, Poetry, the source
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Breaking the Mold
“All that matters now is the ‘deep inner serenity for the sake of creation.’ Though whether I shall ever ‘create’ is something I can’t really tell. But I do believe that it is possible to create, even without ever writing … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged creation, creative act, empowerment, etty hillesum, John Biscello, poem, Prose
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Could Be Heaven
No sin of which to speak, always beginnings, rogue, feral, growing wild among the greenest seasons of fire and becoming, or, siring the form of a dancer dancing in the clouds, lightning at her feet, as the rain begins to … Continue reading
The Source
Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters and sons; they go, infused with … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged creation, John Biscello, love is real, mercy and compassion, mother spirit, mother's day, motherlove, poem, tribute
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Ode to West Wind II
History, written by the wingless, selling secondhand feathers to falsify flight’s truest course; turn a sharp eye to the sun, Birds of Paradise, arc, plein air, to claim in transit the legends of west wind.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged creation, dreams, John Biscello, legend, myth, reality, shamanism, soul, spirit
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Plaything
Fictionalize me, martyr me to your crosses and lost causes, give me a form by which my double can register touch, and seeds of desire, twitching and sputtering in the blue flames of fabulous opera, make me the husky baritone … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, creation, Desire, erotic, John Biscello, plaything, poem, sensual, words
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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
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cosmos, creation, God, John Biscello, love, Muse, Person/a, poem, self, spirit, words, writer's life
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Sculpt
To sculpt, with just the right amount of brandish, and restraint, how you, art to your own crumble and chasten, exact marvel, slowly, at the Muse’s favored bidding.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, creation, John Biscello, life, Muse, poem, Poetry, spirit
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Room Service
Form-fitted to God, the Muse brought in her posse– Room for improvement.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged creation, dream, form, God, John Biscello, Muse, poem, Poetry, posse, spirit
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