Tag Archives: dark

Porchlight

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.

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Husk

Posted on December 31, 2017 by John Biscello

The quiet net of one’s fingers, mute and aggrieved, yet lapping volumes of light, a measureless brood husking the dark to derive a glean, its rivet bound to the commonest plight.

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Ravels

Posted on December 31, 2017 by John Biscello

At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.

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Coyote, a Christmas Story

Posted on December 24, 2017 by John Biscello

Get on with your dying, Coyote urged. It is time. I was scared. I was scared of the unknown. I was scared of letting go. Scared of dissolving my identity. Who would I become? That is the nature of metamorphosis, … Continue reading →

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Dam

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

She swallows stones, or is made to—what feels like a martyred plunge of boulders. I am, by proxy, crushed. Is this what is meant by god-dam? The circulatory flush of light to dark dammed, and no god gets in … Continue reading →

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Dark

Posted on December 16, 2017 by John Biscello

I. I have begun to name and catalogue the different types of dark. It helps. Warm-dark, cave-dark, void-dark, womb-dark, sleep-dark, Eros-dark, blank-dark, siege-dark, and there is the anonymous dark that gets in your head and behind your eyes and in … Continue reading →

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Night Sky

Posted on November 24, 2017 by John Biscello

Within the plum-dark consciousness of God’s mysterious mind, Stars tells stories of unsung psalms seeded piercingly bright.

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Virginia Woolf

Posted on November 9, 2017 by John Biscello

Through a glass, darkly, splitting of selves by prism– Wide berth for one’s I.

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Supple

Posted on November 5, 2017 by John Biscello

By exacting standards, I have held myself aloft, bated, the invocation to surrender, in bald tatters, now tags me to move, in rapport with grace, into suppler imaginings.

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Orphan

Posted on November 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Lighted faith for fools, orphan-heart rigged to wander– every moon Home.

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