Tag Archives: heart

Daybreak

Posted on November 30, 2025 by John Biscello

We forget vividly. Absence glares and ghosts inwardly, a brutal slate of charged pixels. We find ourselves shrinking and recoiling in the hospitable siege of light—projecting, wanting, myopic as the day is long. We question ourselves. We are changed. How? … Continue reading →

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Horizon

Posted on October 2, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems Every voyage is a first and last, an avid siren and amen to condensed passage– Heed the call of your heart’s holiest seethe and rapture, to know itself, uncharted, a trespasser braving the permeable furor … Continue reading →

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One Moment

Posted on November 25, 2020 by John Biscello

“In waking life, when all is well and cares fall away, when the intellect is silenced and we slip into reverie, do we not surrender blissfully to the eternal flux, float ecstatically on the still current of life? We have … Continue reading →

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Heart Country

Posted on November 18, 2020 by John Biscello

“Imagination certainly is an entertaining thing to have—and it is great to be a fool.” – Georgia O’ Keefe She, in painting the bones and the blue while distilling, in tenderest strokes, the interior lives and longing of flowers, applied … Continue reading →

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A Thousand Women

Posted on November 16, 2020 by John Biscello

“I am not indifferent to the greater dramas hanging over us, but drama is everywhere the same, microcosm or macrocosm. It is not my destiny to live the drama of Spain, war, death, agony, hunger. It is my destiny to … Continue reading →

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Door

Posted on August 6, 2018 by John Biscello

There is a legend of a door hidden from hearts– How stones, unturned, scar.

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Wax

Posted on July 12, 2018 by John Biscello

Her lips, in kissing, raspberry wax sealing notes, for heart’s safekeeping.

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Slant

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

There are no promissory notes in life, there are fugitive scraps upon which we can opt to scribble our heart’s mind, and most tender sublime, tatters registered to light’s lilting slant, granting us grace from unexpected angles.

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All Those Who Enter

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

The young boy asked me, What is it exactly that grows in the cavehunger depths and wilds of the heart? No one knows, dear boy, it is the most hidden and magnificent of countries, all I can say is that … Continue reading →

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How the Heart Rains

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

My heart, as a fool forever in love with love’s mercurial climate, does not beg for static coverage, or seasons to stop voicing their natural patterns, yet my heart, childlike in its prehistory, sometimes strives to alchemize the weather, to … Continue reading →

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