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Tag Archives: devotion
Doll
She keeps strict vigil over Childhood in action, every fragrance and nuance, every lost tooth and blown-out birthday candle, every romp in the grass and Goliath slain, she keeps conscious watch, so later, when the box and the dark come … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged child, childhood, devotion, doll, girl, John Biscello, love, playmate, poem, Poetry, real, toy
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Scripture
To be swallowed, wordless, as the worst you always feared turns lighted proof into lasting scripture.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged craft, devotion, John Biscello, language, literature, love, passion, scripture, words
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Anya at Night
Late summer. Anya and I are on a walking tour of the park at night. The 40oz. bottles of Olde-E we are carrying are concealed inside brown bags. We detour at the playground, where Anya plants herself on … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, Brooklyn, devotion, dreams, friendship, John Biscello, los angeles, love, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, story
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Unlearned
We are God’s longing to know herself on intimate, unfettered terms, human to the radiant touch and tenderest basking, infinitely unlearned.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bask, devotion, expression, God, intimacy, John Biscello, love, poem, praise, tender, unlearned
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Silent Night
The ongoing rabble and cinematic narrative in my mind is finding how nourishing and full and tender the heart can grow steeped in silence alone.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, Cinema, devotion, dream, heart, John Biscello, joy, love, night, Poetry, silence
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Unreaching Anya
Anya I long to reach you only because I know that you are unreachable. It keeps my longing in a chrysalis state, a cocoon state. Nothing ever grows, it simply hums and palpitates and aspires toward growth. It is the … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, Brooklyn, devotion, dream, ghosts, haunted, John Biscello, love, no man's brooklyn, Prose, reality, romance, story, writing
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Quest
One thing we cannot recover is time. And perhaps every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a fool-hero on a desperate quest, sets himself this glorious, impossible task, the solvent recovery of time through the mortal fetters of a merciful … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged adventure, art, devotion, dreams, John Biscello, literature, love, mortal, passion, pen, poem, quest, time, writing, writing life
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Savor
I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading
Ink
Devotion, the day you ink small miracles in a palm not your own.
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Tagged devotion, dream, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, love, miracles, poem
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Skein
Intimacy, the skeining of desire bound by recourse.
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Tagged Desire, devotion, intimacy, John Biscello, love, lust, poem, Poetry, sexual
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