Tag Archives: dreams

Impermanence

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

From the Notebooks of Andre Macon Andrei Tarkovsky, diary entry, 1979: Reread Castaneda’s The Lessons of Don Juan. A marvelous book, and very true because— The world is not all as it appears to us. Under certain conditions it could … Continue reading →

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What Lonely Places

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

An Algonquin legend describes the wendigo as a “giant with a heart of ice. Sometimes it was thought to be entirely made of ice. Its body is skeletal and deformed, with missing lips and toes.”The Algonquin people claimed that during … Continue reading →

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In Dreams Begin First Person

Posted on May 23, 2022 by John Biscello

I am running.It feels like I’ve been running for a long time.I want to turn around and look behind me but my neck is locked into place.So I can’t see who or what is chasing me, but I know it’s … Continue reading →

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Speakeasy

Posted on April 16, 2021 by John Biscello

Dreams are like speakeasies for the soul. A secret password so you can enter, unchecked moral boundaries allowing you to trespass and indulge freely in the vagrant and illicit, after hours pressing of bootleg vinyl that places scorched scarabs in … Continue reading →

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Housewarming

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“The already human being in whom I had sought shelter for my body yielded nothing to the storm. The house clung close to me, like a she-wolf, and at times, I could smell her odor penetrating maternally to my very … Continue reading →

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Sanctuary

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“It is on the plane of the daydream and not on that of facts that childhood remains alive and poetically useful within us. Through this permanent childhood, we maintain the poetry of the past. To inhabit oneirically the house we … Continue reading →

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Desire

Posted on November 18, 2020 by John Biscello

Within the rounded sermon of the inanimate, a favored coursing, by which light spreads its wordless fingers upon the world’s private longing.

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What A Little Moonlight Can Do

Posted on November 10, 2020 by John Biscello

In that place of memory and moonlight where dreams pool into soft beautiful wrecks, I found her, casually adrift in a limbo of her own legislation, and at the slightest touch, under she went, the moonlight left trembling in remembrance … Continue reading →

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Rising

Posted on October 29, 2020 by John Biscello

Dreams,undeferred,coupled with Hope,that thing unfettered,to keep us companyand warm our solitude,as we stumble bravelythrough a long night’s journeyinto the bated gospelof days rising to claim us.

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Transcience

Posted on October 26, 2020 by John Biscello

Where were you last night, my dreams asked of my silence— Between worlds, I longed.

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