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Jean Rhys

Posted on October 19, 2020 by John Biscello

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading →

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Jean Rhys

Posted on November 25, 2019 by John Biscello

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock,and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs of … Continue reading →

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Jean Rhys

Posted on September 7, 2017 by John Biscello

Wired for night-walks, she stalked words with feline poise– Good morning, midnight.    

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