Tag Archives: John Biscello

Every Breath You Take

Undammed, I came to you as currency that cannot be jettisoned or grasped. When a petal falls at exactly the ripest moment to steal a kiss from the wind, you will know me by way of soft soundless merger and … Continue reading

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Kuan Yin’s Promise

I can only offer you this. Do not worry. Always the river of ight runs inward narrowing to an unspecified nexus, a glimmering placeless speck that holds silence tenable and golden, its spate of volumes your means to equity in … Continue reading

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Golden Means

Love, in its mating pitch to molecules, amounts to a sort of glyphic jazz or totemic bebop, upon which cherish patterns its founting signature.   (Artwork by Gustav Klimt)

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Working Class Super Hero

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Monday morning.  I sat in my yard, drank coffee and flipped through the newspaper, eventually making my way to the section I had been avoiding: the classifieds. With perfunctory listlessness I circled the jobs that … Continue reading

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What Comes to Pass

Agony, a skinned aesthetic drawn from the ash and resin of martyrs cast to perish and runes.   (Artwork by Guy Denning, inspired by the 1928 film, The Passion of Joan of Arc)

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Hearing Aid

The graffitied veins of the cosmos bleed a ruptured interplay of so much noiseless static in God’s ears drumming to shape wonder.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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Some Kind of Forecast

The weather tonight? Snow on fire, with a chance of desire, dark and wet.   (Image: Isabella Rossellini)  

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Ballads are Forever

Moonsongs cry their own rivers through the cloudmade mouths of babes in woods at night when all the livelong world is a lush ballad awash in the whirling flakes of broken hearts slivered with mercy and there is always room … Continue reading

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Humanity

She came to know him through the brushwork of fingers– Light, the common touch.   (Image of Charlie Chaplin meeting Helen Keller)  

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Outsourcing

The woman, smiling, gave her man one more reason to feel endangered.

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