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Tag Archives: expression
Mouth
That mouth, I remember, an evocative nursery of lost things, a fierce swallower of galactic bulbs and starburned roots, it took in so much, didn’t it? announcing to the belly’s slowchurning greenfire, to the lips bluequiver icegarden riot, I am … Continue reading
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Tagged creative, expression, girl, John Biscello, love, mouth, poem, power, spirit
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Roots
My heart, forever the weeded ace and wandering fool, scored to secret pines, sings of resident gloam pooled in that forest of backlit signs, which grows beyond its clipped horizons to invigorate departures, spurred by the genius of wordless roots.
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Tagged dream, expression, forest, John Biscello, love, pines, poem, roots, soul, spirit
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Recording Live
To abide, faithfully, the recording angel on my shoulder, to dream, trebled, with eyes and ears open, glass pressed against the thin, plasmic veil separating one world from the next, a straddler and eavesdropper, since Childhood, on behalf of a … Continue reading
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Tagged expression, John Biscello, poem, recording, soul, voices, writer's life, writing
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Not a Sonnet
I can go on. Sometimes you fall off the edge of a sentence and find another one waiting for you there, like the billowcushy arms of a cloud-woman, or keenly lighted wraith, and you can go on, holding hands with … Continue reading
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Tagged dream, expression, John Biscello, language, poem, self, snetence, woman, words
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Sintax
There’s nothing sexier than a girl undressing in cursive to reveal the curves and loops of pure language squeezing every last drop from metaphor to exalt and fondle the core of similes standing in for skin and fire and other … Continue reading
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Tagged expression, John Biscello, language, lust, poem, Poetry, sensual, sintax, syntax, words
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Burble
To pour, unrestrained, Beauty in her cups, and burbling fount, a lasting refrain.
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Tagged art, Beauty, burble, expression, fount, John Biscello, poem, Poetry
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Blossoms
There is no secret, no magic this or that, or know-how manual to guide the process to betterment, it is, I believe, simply a matter of paying attention, to people, flowers, sand, stones, dolls, puddles, dreams, souls, first and foremost … Continue reading
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Tagged attention, blossoms, expression, force, John Biscello, love, poem, soul
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I See Myself
I always saw the humanity behind his thick-lidded eyes, the small child, begging for a banquet of golden crumbs to appease the motherache churning in his heart and stomach. A thousand lions pitted against a studded chainsmoking beergutted gladiator, I … Continue reading
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Tagged art, Beauty, expression, father, John Biscello, love, poem, redemption, son, soul
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Kin
There are chambers inside myself I have yet to discover or visit, for example, that one room rumored to contain a monk in tattered robes hunched over a yellow table benignly autistic in his relations to text and verses which … Continue reading
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Tagged dreamlife, existential, expression, John Biscello, language, monk, poem, Poetry, self
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Voracity
She, baring teeth lodged in the jaws of dreamlife, grazes on symmetry and swaths of fire, this diet, recommended in due measures for dreamers only, trades in the manna of satisfaction for whole-bellied hunger, a voracious reckon and spiritual art … Continue reading
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Tagged art, diet, dreamlife, dreams, expression, John Biscello, love, poem, Stars
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