Tag Archives: grace

Sway

Posted on April 18, 2018 by John Biscello

To sway, with corset no more to bind, hips parlaying grace, to rivet greening desire.

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Fount

Posted on April 14, 2018 by John Biscello

I have heard her sing, lungs, founting with light, to braid dark hours into grace.

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Next

Posted on April 10, 2018 by John Biscello

The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next.

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Cubist Pin-Up

Posted on January 30, 2018 by John Biscello

Psychically dismembered since birth, Grace walked her palms to her feet, and prayed that everything lost, in between, would return ritually transfigured.

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Song for the Meek

Posted on January 26, 2018 by John Biscello

It has finally come, bearing a fount of bruised petals, blood-pink and white and reigning silvered silence, the year the meek inherit the earth, the plight of sensuous souls flown within to claim tenderest grace on loan from God’s rimless … Continue reading →

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Wellspring

Posted on January 10, 2018 by John Biscello

Through the grace of repetition, the writing life grounded in the slow, wistful measures of wellspring’s fortune.

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Peerless

Posted on January 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Fasting on remedial prayers, hunger flinting the strike of peerless light at tunnel’s end.

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Yes

Posted on January 1, 2018 by John Biscello

The tenderest means to a true center is through loss accepted gracefully and yes praised.

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Sacrifice

Posted on December 24, 2017 by John Biscello

It is strange, and indelibly touching, how a sacrifice to the winter gods and summertime sadness co-exist as one and the same thing.

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Yoko Ono

Posted on November 9, 2017 by John Biscello

Woman, vimming grace, there is no need to explain– Your fire, your fate.

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