Tag Archives: Green

Where We Played

Posted on October 20, 2022 by John Biscello

You must remember this: the force of all things moving commingled with the ephemera of all things passing. This the spell the grail the gist of what I am after which is also after me. The stalker stalked while pursuing. … Continue reading →

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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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