Tag Archives: eternal

Love and Death

Posted on February 8, 2024 by John Biscello

The branch of the tree reaching down. It reaches down to graze the time-scarred headstone, to caress it. Could this be … a secret love story, a love story with no history, or with a cortege of history, spanning many … Continue reading →

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Visitation

Posted on June 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Above all else, (she told me, her smile a glowing sickle) dignity and grace, for each and every soul on this planet, no one above, no one below, and everything I mean everything you truly need to know you’ve already … Continue reading →

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Kind of Blue, Too

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Spiders to Mozart, what luminous webs and notes we weave, snot-strands from God’s blown brass, tapestries of the eternal boombox, breakbeats to spacefolk to bebop within a deep forest kind of blue, the music, recorded or un, plays on and … Continue reading →

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