Tag Archives: Dancing

Fool’s Play

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

The lighted lot and plight of fools is dancing an inspired jig, duly possessed, at cliff’s edge, in tuning for an epic plunge into the necessary unknown, or, sacred is as sacred does, when testing talismanic runes against gravity’s proof … Continue reading →

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Cause of Light

Posted on February 4, 2024 by John Biscello

She stood at a distance, imagining her daughter there, playing. She saw how her daughter lit up with glee when she was near the sea, or scampering along the shoreline, collecting shells, poking holes in the mud with a stick, … Continue reading →

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Echoes Extended

Posted on October 19, 2022 by John Biscello

Grief attends to the bones. And does so listening to the spaces between the hollows where the ghosts are held hissing where loss compounded by fractures gives rise to near distant voices crying out on behalf of all that’s gone … Continue reading →

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Could Be Heaven

Posted on November 18, 2020 by John Biscello

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 →

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Slow-Dancing for Beginners

Posted on April 25, 2016 by John Biscello

It is not about holding her perfect, just so, in a prescribed manner, but rather, can you slowpour your breath into one another’s hips and clefts while swaying? It is the mutual pressing of scars together, a controlled friction that … Continue reading →

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