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Tag Archives: hands
Cherry and Claudia
She asked me to touch her. Down there. It’s been so long, she said. I feel like a coffin. Just use your fingers. I was reluctant. When she said—It’s just your hand, it’s not you—I thought—It’s just my hand, not … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fingers, fragment, hands, sex, the sea, two women, wheneverwhyever
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Citation
Tablatures of light engraved in your palms by eyeless angels once upon a time when yes was yes and waves were forms serve as source citation while hosting vividly the fact that your hands are the temples which can be … Continue reading
As Modeled by Bjork
Hands, the conduits through which dignity raptures the movement of prayers.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bjork, haiku, hands, John Biscello, peace be with you, poem, the music of love
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Ghostprints
Long before there was Adam’s itchy rib and Eve’s ruptured spleen there was a travesty of hands a transversal flowerbed of fngers reaching in jilted unsion to grasp not the meaning of God but rather the infinitely sweeping hem of … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cave painting, flowering fingers, God, hands, John Biscello, lascaux, poem
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Georgia
The fingers, shroud and baffling, in temper and Sphinx, the hands, workmanlike, choreographing majesty in sync with the eyes which saw and praised, in rapture, the inner lives of flowers. (Photo by Alfred Steiglitz)
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Tagged alfred stieglitz, artist, Artwork, fingers, flowers, Georgia O' Keefe, hands, John Biscello, photo, photography, poem, Poetry
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Grasp
Dawn’s broken promise, an arterial rupturing of light bleeding fevered gold through drawn, dusty blinds, morning, slow to rise, small hands reach out and cannot grasp forever.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dawn, day, forever, hands, John Biscello, Light, morning, new day, poem, Poetry
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Furls
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, burning, fire, glass, hands, Heaven, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, river, sound, white fire
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Prism
Bathing in prism, beloved praise of warm hands– Grace freely given.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blessing, bodhisattva, dwan light sanctuary, grace, haiku, hands, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, praise, prism, rainbow
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How-To Manual
Hands reach, instinctively, because they understand what the mind’s fixed gears are sometimes too tight or slow to grasp: the necessity of shrinking distance through first contact, the dream-life of prayers.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged compassion, hands, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry, prayer
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Elegy
small hands folding paper cranes as grief rises
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Tagged crane, grief, hands, John Biscello, Literary, paper, Poetry, small
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John Biscello 