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Tag Archives: Heaven
Could Be Heaven
No sin of which to speak, always beginnings, rogue, feral, growing wild among the greenest seasons of fire and becoming, or, siring the form of a dancer dancing in the clouds, lightning at her feet, as the rain begins to … Continue reading
Send to Returner
At the edge of a weathered postcard, the faintest glisten, by which memory holds true and offers proof—There were people, a trip, a sea, clouds, fragile patterns, mist. There was this life, where we dreamed, and so this postcard, this … Continue reading
Raising the Bar
Dylan Thomas falls off his barstool in Heaven. Lying on the sawdusty floor, he slurs something about a white horse. And chains, and the sea. God, who gave Lucifer the night off, is tending bar. He comes … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Dylan Thomas, God, Heaven, John Biscello, Lucifer, Prose, story
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This Side of Paradise
Marshaling heaven the keys to the kingdom find writers typing.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, keys, poem, typewriter, vintage, writer's life
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Ooooh, Ahhhh
The umbilical cable arrived from heaven to bait and hook the grateful mortal who sacrificed his head (and the dead weight of its trivial contents masquerading as profound or important) to become a supple visual vowel with no more ties … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged arc, gravity, Heaven, John Biscello, Louise Bourgeois, poem, sculpture
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Distance
People have called it the glow, the click, the hum, and for every abnormal drinker, for every addict, you are willing trade in everything for what amounts to a rigged facsimile of eternity. It is the sort of false eternity … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged addiction, distance, Heaven, John Biscello, mysticism, no man's brooklyn, novel
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The Gospel According to Ice Cream
Perfection, this life’s greatest untruth and maligner, see how ice cream summer-melts and runs like happy magma down the ridged wonders of a waffle cone clutched by a child like an edible prayer destined to disappear, one bite at a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged child, dream, gospel, Heaven, ice cream, ice cream you scream, John Biscello, love, melt, sensual
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Fly Now, Pray Later
For a subliminal time only it’s here Neverland’s lucid New Romanticism replete with pricks, needles and pines bespeaking Pagan Renaissance Nouveau a movement that will start in your vowels and end in your Oh’s especially suggested for those soft in … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, dreams, Heaven, John Biscello, neverland, poem, renaissance, romanticisim, soul, spirit
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Shift
I used to wreck on a regular basis. Going off the rails was my subversive way of keeping things under control. Illusions and mirages astonished me, still do. Something, anything, to hold on to was my gutted mantra, hollowed out … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, expression, ground, Heaven, John Biscello, poem, shift, transformation
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