Tag Archives: John Biscello

You Are Your Own Best Sorcerer

By risk of wonder, magic teeming in the air— Claims, in thrall to dusk.    

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Transience

Where were you last night, my dreams asked of my silence— Between worlds, I longed.

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Trespass Lightly

Wayfaring, through dreams, the most golden trespasses called me to follow.

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Tune

To swing and sync, tuned, Music’s inviolable guide to dreaming, in time.

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Dreamscaping

Immutable lore, lucid is as lucid does– What dreams become you?

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The Little Prince

Happy birthday, Little Prince! 77 years ago today (April 6, 1943) Le Petit Prince was published in France. This star-carved gem of a book, which remains one of my heart-play favorites, bestowed a timeless message that continues to echo with … Continue reading

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Distances

We matched distances— parallel tracks of chilled air, merging warm in touch.

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Jazz

Syncing into tune, we whistle past the graveyard— Stars, moon, all that jazz.

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Thirteen Ways of Visioning a Crow

I. Remember that nouns, verbs and adjectives are made-up things. Crows, on the other hand, are real to life, and winged. II. Place a walnut at the edge of a curb. Wait for a crow to swoop down and take … Continue reading

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Fools-Day

In honor of April Fool’s, and to all the world’s wise fool mystics, beautiful innocents, and cliff-diving dreamers: To marvel dumbly, and trespass, with a sense of the infinite backlighting a wink– this, the way of the Fool, or sacred … Continue reading

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