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Tag Archives: into the mystic
Here, Now
All is a mutable feast, a panoply and paragon of lore and dropped beats, of here, and not here, all at once— effect upon the cause are the visionary takes of the radiant children, sampling source-feed from stunning slates of … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged beat goes on, children of the moon, into the mystic, moonstruck, music, poem, Poetry, seasons, visionaries
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Cowpunk at the Purgatory Corral
Excerpt from my novel, None So Distant: We are out here on all fours panting in the sun the bleary merciless maraschino sun burning us. It has been a long while one of those spells that feels foreverish out here … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged badlands, burning, cowpunk, excerpt, high desert, into the mystic, music, novel, photo, Poetry, Prose, purgatory, words
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Mystic
Into the mystic, this life, the skin of dreaming— To break, and enter.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bless your broken, break on through, dream-skin, haiku, into the mystic, John Biscello, Poetry
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John Biscello 