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Tongues

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“To meditative minds the ineffable is cryptic, inarticulate: dots, marks of secret meaning, scattered hints, to be gathered, deciphered and formed into evidence; while in moments of insight the ineffable is a metaphor in a forgotten mother tongue.” — Abraham … Continue reading →

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The Sun Also Rises

Posted on October 11, 2020 by John Biscello

As the water softened the earth in the garden, she peered out from under her sunhat to gauge if that dark thing coiled by the fence was a snake, and if so, by god, could it be smiling? #47 from … Continue reading →

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Live from Eden

Posted on May 30, 2018 by John Biscello

Her talk of bruised skin, and how it caught fire on the far side of trespass, fascinated me to no end. She wanted to burn clean through, didn’t want to hear any more talk about cooler heads prevailing, or stubborn … Continue reading →

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Sunstroke

Posted on May 26, 2018 by John Biscello

There’s something about a girl baring flagrant cherish in the sunniest regions of hell that raises Eden to a four letter five alarm siege on skin and other vital parts prey to melting.  

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Apples

Posted on April 11, 2018 by John Biscello

One turn of the hip, upsetting the apple cart– Eden after dark.

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Boneyard

Posted on January 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard, in order to reach the garden.

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Ravish

Posted on October 26, 2017 by John Biscello

Ripe, the carnal skin of an apple’s flame-slipped outer layer; one bite, one tear with hungry nails, intimating the measures of ravish, indebted to touch.

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Bloom

Posted on October 26, 2017 by John Biscello

Flowers pale into this storm but do not fade, to cede, in tune, as grievous winds sculpt a fierce bloom, begging a Garden’s fate.

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Eden

Posted on October 26, 2017 by John Biscello

Early morning. Turning to face you. First kiss, skin on skin, to claim holy fire coiled in mortal intimacy. I know that one day I will die to you, you to me, Time bruises softly. Sense of ephemera compels me … Continue reading →

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Apple

Posted on October 22, 2017 by John Biscello

Ripe apple, shaded, beckons the encroaching light– at the core, Divine.

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