Tag Archives: Heaven

Emily Dickinson

Posted on April 12, 2018 by John Biscello

At the severest hour, everything fell within. A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you, a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour, stalking floorboards for crumbled manna. You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged 19th century, angels, emily dickinson, God, Heaven, house, John Biscello, mouse, poem, poet, Poetry, soul, spirit, verses, writer's life | 2 Comments

Joan of Arc

Posted on April 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upperlip into a totem, before Louise Brooks and Josephine Baker … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged france, girl, God, Heaven, holy virgin, icon, jean seberg, joan of arc, John Biscello, martyr, mystic, Poetry, Prose, rebel, saint joan, spirit | 3 Comments

Beginning Now

Posted on March 15, 2018 by John Biscello

Craft. Tactile homage, and respect to craft, its inviolable depths and integrity, to approach craft as you would a fertile god, to practice, radically, at its altar, to consecrate with marked intent, and to know in your heart’s heart that … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged art, artist, craft, Heaven, hokusai, japan, John Biscello, painter, painting, passion, poem, Poetry, time | Leave a comment

Lodge

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Hell, according to Sartre, is other people. When I arrived, god knows where, silence, dust, clouds, a time-scarred sign and not a soul anywhere to be found, I began, in earnest, and jest, to wonder if Sartre was right, heaven, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged clouds, el lodge, God, Heaven, hell, John Biscello, lodge, New Mexico, poem, sartre, sign, sky | 8 Comments

Backroads

Posted on January 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged backroads, destiny, guidance, Heaven, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, search, spirit, travel | Leave a comment

Of Time and the River

Posted on January 3, 2018 by John Biscello

One thing we cannot recover is time. Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do. Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged amen, art, creation, creativity, dreams, grief, Heaven, John Biscello, life, Light, love, mortality, mourning, praise, Prose, self-expression, shadow, story, writing | Leave a comment

Porchlight

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged aureole, dark, heart, heartsick, Heaven, home, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, porchlight, solace | Leave a comment

Breadth

Posted on December 31, 2017 by John Biscello

Clouds, how we graze upon the incalculable breadth of God, storm watch notwithstanding.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged bliss, breadth, clouds, God, Heaven, John Biscello, Poetry, sky, storm | Leave a comment

Furls

Posted on December 31, 2017 by John Biscello

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 | Leave a comment

Plaything

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

Wafting from afar, the intimate rumor of a divine toy, a cryptic plaything, implications in tow. A tonic and pacifier of blank rages; buoy and anti-freeze to sudden plunges into sub-zero climate. These conditions cannot be bested, but they can … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged black and white, dream, epitaph, Heaven, John Biscello, love, photo, plaything, Poetry, rumor, spirit, surreal | Leave a comment