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Tag Archives: ink
Purls
Lisping, to gentle feral purls of ink on skin– Words, crafted to touch.
Squall
This way to music, map of birds inking a squall– tenors of deluge. (Artwork by Chua ek Kay)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged abstract, birds, Chua ek Kay, deluge, haiku, ink, John Biscello, music, poem, singapore, squall
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Ink
She scattered white light through the context of blue ink– Heartbreak, Chapter Two.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Blue, cynanotype, expression, forest, heartbreak, image, ink, John Biscello, poem, white, writer
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Ravels
At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, dark, deveotion, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, luscious, poem, ravels, sadness, text, writing
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Ink
Devotion, the day you ink small miracles in a palm not your own.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged devotion, dream, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, love, miracles, poem
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Salutation
No more words to give, the break-up was official– What a blunt ending!
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged break-up, haiku, heartbreak, ink, John Biscello, letter, pen, poem, Poetry, salutation
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Fallout
The Rorschach pulse of ink in the ruptured veins of cityscape– angels, disguised as fallout, move unnoticed through an inherited smear campaign.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, chinese ink, Chua ek Kay, ink, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, singapore
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Hale
To sharpen one’s teeth against solvent pages and grated silence is the bite in the air the old poets crowed about, and the wind saliently scales, as if reverse were a condition and not Memory fasting into childhood’s hale.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged childhood, hale, ink, John Biscello, Literary, pen, Poetry, poets, soul, writing
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