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Tag Archives: eden
The Sun Also Rises
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
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged cindy sherman, eden, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, snake in the grass, untitled film poems, untitled film still
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Live from Eden
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
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, eden, garden, God, John Biscello, kiss, love, passion, poem, spirit, st. teresa
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Sunstroke
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.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged eden, Heat, hell, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, sensual
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Apples
One turn of the hip, upsetting the apple cart– Eden after dark.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged adam, apples, cart, courting, eden, eve, haiku, hip, John Biscello, poem, romance, sex
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Boneyard
Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard, in order to reach the garden.
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged boneyard, dream, eden, fiction, garden, John Biscello, Prose, rebirth, spirit, story, writing life
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Ravish
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.
Bloom
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.
Eden
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
Apple
Ripe apple, shaded, beckons the encroaching light– at the core, Divine.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Apple, divine, dream, eden, haiku, John Biscello, josef sudek, photography, poem, Poetry, rain, window
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