Tag Archives: grief

Wraith

Posted on November 17, 2016 by John Biscello

In a brief lighted instance, a rending flicker, he measured and recalled, a rumpled and well-worn patch of dark velvet, sun-warmed, and touching the skin of teeth to Memory, he grieved her, fashioning haunt from thin fabled air.

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Claim

Posted on October 25, 2016 by John Biscello

She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief, inverting the symmetry of arc.

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Toll

Posted on September 27, 2016 by John Biscello

Winter, tolling the climes of Grief’s wraith, or, how the feathers of first snow, falling, chasten the dead in lasting refrain.

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Climes

Posted on September 27, 2016 by John Biscello

Grief, engendering the climes of Winter’s wraith, or, how the sound of white fire, falling, in reverse, encloses the dead in penitent refrain.

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Fetters

Posted on September 26, 2016 by John Biscello

Between worlds, the vetted reaping of Memory, where wings once brushed rash pink, or, how an angel, ennobling fetters, loses sleep to grievous mortal claims.

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Fold

Posted on September 23, 2016 by John Biscello

small hands, immeasurable in their dignity and brood, folding paper cranes as grief rises to level tender shoots

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Yellow is the Color of my Sad

Posted on June 26, 2016 by John Biscello

Yellow is the color of my sad, how it runs. Some think it is blue but it is not. Blue is the common choice for color/me/sad, the popular one (how moods get typecast), but yellow is much sadder than blue, … Continue reading →

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Elegy

Posted on June 20, 2016 by John Biscello

small hands folding paper cranes as grief rises

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Cafe

Posted on June 20, 2016 by John Biscello

At the small, time-worn cafe, the woman in the bell-shaped hat of crushed green velvet, palms warmed by the chipped enamel mug of dark coffee, this woman, setting adrift a gondola of words to cross the unsayable, reaching, with grave … Continue reading →

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Slipknot

Posted on May 23, 2016 by John Biscello

She, falling through a slipknot cinched by Grief’s hard hands; He, minding gravity, set a course for two, at dawn’s first light.

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