Tag Archives: grace

Vespers

Posted on September 18, 2026 by John Biscello

Blues running warm to the touch of wounds fingered and sung in scales leavened by light rising to kiss the mouth of grace unspeakably choir.

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Reap

Posted on September 16, 2026 by John Biscello

In the shadows of words, fulfilling the scythe and progeny of endearment, voices stalk air in hot sincere pursuit of grace’s voluminous unsayable.

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Zuzu’s Petals

Posted on December 21, 2025 by John Biscello

A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

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Company

Posted on April 17, 2025 by John Biscello

In the company of numinous graces and unremembered lots Infinity counts upon phenomenal breadth and bandwidth to maximize its local market value within the human plot.

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Still Life

Posted on August 23, 2023 by John Biscello

In our petitions for mercy repose is the standard by which we elicit the preferred company of grace.

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Seeds

Posted on October 28, 2020 by John Biscello

The other day I met a monk who juggled watermelon seeds with his tongue. When I asked him how he did it, he spit the seeds at me, a staccato stream of seeds as if the monk were no monk … Continue reading →

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Butterfly, in Black and White

Posted on June 4, 2020 by John Biscello

Yesterday, before the fist-prints made their way onto the walls of the gallery as a show of solidarity, there was a moment, one of those small simple yet powerful moments which are easily dismissed or overlooked. Me, and my partner, … 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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Orphan

Posted on May 20, 2018 by John Biscello

The greatest lies I learned as a child seperated my soul from its choir, a violent breaching that took the littlest me to the far ends of my self, where I found, in dwelling, Beauty, untrammeled, opening her palm to … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Beauty, charity, grace, John Biscello, love, poem, reunion, self, soul | 2 Comments

Jean Rhys

Posted on April 22, 2018 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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