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Tag Archives: dreamscape
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I have to imagine her death from every conceivable angle. She has assured me she will disappear, said that dying is a trick of the light, and everyone was enamored of the mirage, convinced, in on it, the gag. When … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged betweenworlds, death, dreamscape, life, Light, love story, mirage, persona, playtime, Prose, show, story, Theater
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Station
Historyless is where I come from, the sun-crotched navel, the part of me not yet born, the part of me dead to the world on its way to being born into the potholes and foothills of unimagined fictions. That, plus … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged betweenworlds, born waiting, cosmos, dreamscape, I, interval, midwifery, musing, Poetry, Prose, station, we, worldscape
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Gateway
From the series, Japan Poems. In the world’s undiminished constancy of portals and gateways metamorphosis can truly be yours at every turn and step taken in radically engaged increments of dreamscaping anew.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged dreamscape, gateway, japan, poem, portal, sado island, shrine, temple
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Blue Boy
There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue. Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged blues, dreamscape, fathers and sons, imagination, johnbiscello, Prose, the writing life
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Swell
This house on a hill, overlooking love, dreams us– Clouds, gently touched, swell.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cloudcrown, dreamscape, invitation, John Biscello, love's fool on the hill, mexico, open the door
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Red
Never before seen footage of lives dreamed in red- set fire to curtains.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Black Lodge, Cinema, david lynch, dreams, dreamscape, haiku, John Biscello, parallelism, poem, Poetry, Surrealism, Twin Peaks
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