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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Vellum
At vellum’s core, pink, parsing the grammar of lips, to trespass, lightly.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged core, grammar, haiku, John Biscello, kiss, lightly, mouth, pink, poem, trespass, vellum
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Seize
It is how the mouth plays chords the lips keep time to– Kiss, erring to seize.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged chords, erring, John Biscello, kiss, lips, mouth, music, passion, poemm haiku, pulse, sensual
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Morning
Scars worn out to fade, old records played in small hours– Dreams chased by morning.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, dreams, fade, grief, haiku, haunt, John Biscello, morning, music, poem, records, scars
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Bath
Sun, drizzling pink onto the rim of the tub– Lady, soaked, warms up.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bathing, Beauty, drizzle, haiku, John Biscello, lady, poem, soaked, sun, tub
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Knead
From hips to belly, the distance between longing and bare knead, swelling.
Prelude
Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose.
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Tagged haiku, John Biscello, kiss, love, mowing, passion, petals, poem, prelude, red, rose, tender
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Next
The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next.
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Tagged Beauty, flower, grace, haiku, John Biscello, lush, Poetry, red rose, rose, spirit, torch
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Sacrament
The tenderest shoots, she offered as nuptials– Blood, green to the touch.
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Tagged blood, haiku, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, ritual, sacrament, shoots, spirit, tender, water
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instagrammatika
it’s a new world a small world after all lowercase no-scroll instapoems & screenshot epistles taking you over the moon and on the road and back again in one fell lyrical swoop just in time for another poem about sublime … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged grammar, instagram, instapoems, instapoets, John Biscello, Literary, lowercase, lyrics, modern, Poetry, trend, verses
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Anne Sexton
It begins with a stopwatch, and a glass of water. The stopwatch belonged to her father, or to her father’s father. The glass of water is a joke. Imagine trying to remedy all that desert within, all that scabbing red … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anne sexton, confessional, daughter, dreams, fairy tale, father, John Biscello, Literary, poet, Poetry, portrait, sketch, suicide, woman, writer's life
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John Biscello 