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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Furls
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
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Tagged angel, burning, fire, glass, hands, Heaven, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, river, sound, white fire
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Skein
Intimacy, the skeining of desire bound by recourse.
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Tagged Desire, devotion, intimacy, John Biscello, love, lust, poem, Poetry, sexual
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Clemency
At love’s wake, Clemency, claiming the casualty of mask, bleeds gently the half-moon lids of pink and purpose, how we chance to fade into strangers at the risk of memory.
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Tagged casulaty, clemency, dream, John Biscello, love, meek, memory, moon, poem, relationship, romance
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Compass
Abiding the testimonial of scattered crumbs and clefted petals, I will follow you the snaky length of impossible and hidden places; I will follow you, claiming the hem of your shadow as my guide.
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Tagged compass, crumbs, devotion, guidance, impossible, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, shadow
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Timewarp
I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. It helps. Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it makes things worse. Or keeps everything the same. Which is a different kind of worse. It is scary once you realize that the past … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anya, dream, future, John Biscello, love, novel, past, present, Prose, recursion, story, storytelling, time travel
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Measure
A sense of removal raveled in intimacy and ghostly union, a sense of closeness achieved on the periphery where fools dance an impossible jig to fulfill absence.
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Tagged art, closeness, creativity, dance, dream, ghosts, intimacy, jig, John Biscello, measure, poem, words
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Interiority Complex
Childhood is an ongoing historical fiction that changes based on who you are when you’re examining it. Who you are, in certain periods and chapters in your life, determines what you’re childhood is. Was would imply that childhood is fixed … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, dreams, family, fiction, history, interior, John Biscello, Prose, self-invention, story, storyteller
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Kissing Anya
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. I was hanging out in the schoolyard, by myself, throwing a Spalding against the wall. It was something I did to relax. Anya breezed into the schoolyard. She was carrying a … Continue reading
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Tagged Bensonhurst, boy, Brooklyn, crush, forever, girl, John Biscello, love, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, romance, story, urban, writing, youth
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God’s Word Against Mine
And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within.
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Tagged artist, creative, creator, God, Goddess, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rebirth, spirit, woman
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Endanger
Savior, how we endanger mirrors without further reflection.
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Tagged John Biscello, poem, Poetry, reflection, savior, spirit, spirtuality
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