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Tag Archives: devotion
Inspiration’s Track
Inspiration is not a matter of chance, or waiting, or a magic spell that demands bated breath and fretted suspension— it is the fact that you pick up a pen, your fingers growing warm and intimate with its weight and … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged course on being, devotion, dreamscaping, inspiration, John Biscello, lore, the craft, the writing life
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The Writing Life
These are the tools of my trade. I have written in spiral-bound notebooks, college-ruled, for a long time. They are always of varying colors. Red, yellow, blue, purple, black. Never green. I write with a Zebra F-402 ballpoint pen, black … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged devotion, John Biscello, notebooks, novels, passion play, pen to page, poems, the craft, the writing life, word-pray
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Coils
To caper at the edge, where the seething lyric happens, poetry with slits and fast teeth, where the hours of phenomena are boiled and reduced to a single quivering instant, an umbilical knot of light upon tenderest scraps and coils.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged craft, devotion, John Biscello, lyrical living, poem, the writing life
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The Greatest Job on Earth
So much depends upon a red spiral notebook opened to a blank page, beside a pen’s barest volition to longing, within silence’s meted reign.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged devotion, John Biscello, love of writing, poem, Poetry, The Calling, the craft, willkiam carlos williams remixed, word-pray
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The Girl of My Stars
I practice my grief, I refine it, for when you are gone, for when I am gone— my love for you is reachless, meaning for so many years I carried vagrant distances within me, or they carried me, bated and … Continue reading
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Tagged devotion, John Biscello, lovesong by the sea, ode, poem, starmates, the way of water
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Her
She, the mystery, to whom I turn toward, falling, with light in my eyes.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged day at the beach, devotion, haiku, John Biscello, my love, oregon coast, tribute to all things sweet
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Room Service
Love, in its ripest season and deepest proof, does not steal or seize your breath, but rather brings more oxygen and room in which to breathe.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged breath, devotion, John Biscello, love, oxygen, poem, season, space, spirit
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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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