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Tag Archives: house
Housewarming
“The already human being in whom I had sought shelter for my body yielded nothing to the storm. The house clung close to me, like a she-wolf, and at times, I could smell her odor penetrating maternally to my very … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged dreams, henri bosco, house, John Biscello, malicroix, mother, poem
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Vines
No one said a word, but the house knows the story– The doors remain locked. (Photo by Heather Ross)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, heather ross, house, John Biscello, lovely, photo, poem, tragic
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Emily Dickinson
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
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Hallway
This could be titled John Biscello Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, could be titled Romancing the Ghosts, or perhaps no title at all, just a flickering reminiscence trapped in a photo snapped by a childhood friend who swears that he occasionally … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged 1741, 62nd street, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, childhood, friend, ghosts, hallway, house, John Biscello, memory, photo, play, poem, the past
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Real Estate
For Sale: Victorian-style home, shovel, plants, and hallowed plot of earth included. Head not part of the package, original guillotine, negotiable.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged guillotine, head, house, John Biscello, las vegas, macabre, mannequin, New Mexico, poem, porch, steps, victorian
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2-Sentence Horror Story
Will you marry me, and promise to be mine forever and ever? Yes, she agreed, one foot in the grave, the other scraping forward.
Night Gallery
Posted in Artwork, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, house, John Biscello, Light, lighted window, longing, night, nocturne, park, trees, window
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What Leaves May Come
Dance of the Shadow Leaves, a Triptych.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, door, house, John Biscello, leaves, Light, New Mexico, photo, shadow, Taos, triptych, visual
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Hive
In the heart of shadows, you will find light’s hive humming– how Boogeymen fade.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged boogeymen, courage, fear, haiku, house, in praise of shadows, japan, John Biscello, Light, lucid, poem, Poetry, shadows
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