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Tag Archives: dreams
Anais Nin
Invention was your solitude, your twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The way you spread secret pages like silk violet capes, like fringed shawls, over an air of mystery, and err of desire. You enabled symmetry, to confess. Why couldn’t a … Continue reading
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Tagged anais nin, Beauty, creative process, diary, dreams, invention, John Biscello, labyrinth, literature, poem, Poetry, tribute, woman, writer, writer's life
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Morning
Scars worn out to fade, old records played in small hours– Dreams chased by morning.
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Tagged Beauty, dreams, fade, grief, haiku, haunt, John Biscello, morning, music, poem, records, scars
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Anne Sexton
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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Tagged anne sexton, confessional, daughter, dreams, fairy tale, father, John Biscello, Literary, poet, Poetry, portrait, sketch, suicide, woman, writer's life
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Growing Young
I want to grow young with you, she said. It made perfect sense. People had it all wrong. You don’t grow old, your body, this borrowed vessel, it withers and ages and decays, your body grows old, your brain grows … Continue reading
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Tagged cosmos, dreams, exisential, God, John Biscello, life, mystery, old age, out of womb blues, poem, Prose, soul, Source, spirit, youth
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Jean Rhys at Twilight
Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, ghosts, haunt, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, nutrition, poem, Poetry, silence, twilight, window, writer, writing life
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Riot’s Rake
Grateful for Ashleigh Grycner’s review of Raking the Dust, which appears in the latest installment of Riot Material, and coincides with RTD’s April 3rd relaunch. Raking the Dust, John Biscello’s masterful second novel, is first and foremost a novel about second … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, Ashleigh Grycner, dreams, John Biscello, love, novel, Publication, Raking the Dust, riot material, Surrealism, Taos, writing life
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Wonder
She wonders, nightly, nothing specific, just stray thoughts leaking old dreams. (Photo by Brassai)
Ember
How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.
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Tagged craft, dark, dreams, ember, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, solitude, torch, writing
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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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