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Mirror

Posted on October 9, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. At a distance, daughter falls in love with the sea’s lacy fringes and shoreline’s bubbling secrets, while her mother holds up the sky as an undivided mirror, in which every chanced glimmer is hosted and … Continue reading →

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Daughter, Mother

Posted on May 12, 2018 by John Biscello

Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a stray … Continue reading →

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Anne Sexton

Posted on April 9, 2018 by John Biscello

It begins with a stopwatch, and a glass of water. The stopwatch belonged to her father, or to her father’s father. The glass of water is a joke. Imagine trying to remedy all that desert within, all that scabbing red … Continue reading →

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Zuzu’s Petals

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

  A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

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Mother, Daughter

Posted on November 9, 2017 by John Biscello

Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a  stray … Continue reading →

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Zuzu’s Petals

Posted on December 22, 2016 by John Biscello

(It’s a Wonderful Life haiku) A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

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Totem

Posted on June 27, 2016 by John Biscello

   Here, her mother said, pressing something into her palm.    A pinch.    A pinch, breaking skin, spreading blush and heat.    She looked down—her palm now tattooed with a tangle of dark glyphs; a concert of spirals, curlicues … Continue reading →

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