Tag Archives: dreamlife

Starfishing

Posted on February 23, 2020 by John Biscello

In the hazy evening smolder (somewhere there is a fire, sirens sounding alarm) you dream of her as a jellied starfish suctioned to your face until breathing becomes a revised species of flirtation and you relinquish your lips to the … Continue reading →

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The Gospel According to Heart

Posted on February 14, 2020 by John Biscello

Become your own valentine. Carve your initials in the soft yielding bark of your rooted hidden self, dwell there, with choice tenderness swelling the boundaries of your troubadour heart. Become true to your own basking, to the wonder-wheeling molecular bond … Continue reading →

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These Glacial Times

Posted on November 8, 2019 by John Biscello

I have been in a coma now for sixty-seven days. No one reaches me anymore. And I don’t reach them. Everything that has to do with reaching—in, out—all of that is done. It is jazz that has lost its voice. … Continue reading →

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Transients

Posted on June 14, 2019 by John Biscello

She was a matter of falling, and scaling the air, and I, street to her clouds, abandoned myself to growing realer and realer in vivid contrast to her sofly fading out and in.

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Who Was She?

Posted on June 3, 2019 by John Biscello

In purgatory, the last of the debutantes, adrift, as if dreamed. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

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Fever

Posted on July 25, 2018 by John Biscello

I haven’t been sick like this since I was six or maybe nine that deceptively mild hazily pleasant heartbleating ache and motherseek fever that takes you to that tender place of breezy white flags and euphoric yield and there, you, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged childhood, convulsions are a myth, dreamlife, hot head and cool feet, how high can it get?, John Biscello, motherlight, poem, the warmth of bones | 1 Comment

Dreamlife for the Living

Posted on July 22, 2018 by John Biscello

It is really just one long dream interrupted in thorny intervals by fictions that we mistake for realities, the single white feather floating like a tangible sliver of breath on the river’s cyclical surface tells you all you need to … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged amen and then some, dreamlife, John Biscello, lonely beautiful feather, mysticism 101, poem, spirit-guides, to have and hold and let go | 10 Comments

Kin

Posted on May 22, 2018 by John Biscello

There are chambers inside myself I have yet to discover or visit, for example, that one room rumored to contain a monk in tattered robes hunched over a yellow table benignly autistic in his relations to text and verses which … Continue reading →

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Voracity

Posted on May 22, 2018 by John Biscello

She, baring teeth lodged in the jaws of dreamlife, grazes on symmetry and swaths of fire, this diet, recommended in due measures for dreamers only, trades in the manna of satisfaction for whole-bellied hunger, a voracious reckon and spiritual art … Continue reading →

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