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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Crumbs
On a moonless night, portrait of an inner child– follow the bread crumbs.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged creepy, doll, haiku, haunted, inner child, John Biscello, poem, Poetry
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Music
Sometimes, when alone, and faced with the prospect of music as a savior, the choice between which record to play means all the difference in the world in getting through a day in a life ordered to meet someone else’s … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged 1950s, John Biscello, music, poem, Poetry, record, vintage, woman
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Vintage
Brooklyn, 1957, shotgun postcard glory and grain of bygone, brick-backed, bathing-capped great aunts I never knew, Josie and Anna-Mae, sirens modeling sass and moxie on a hot summer’s day before the sun went down.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged aunts, beach, Brooklyn, family, John Biscello, Literary, old-timey, poem, Poetry
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Enclosure
She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, angel or sorrow, grave, grief, John Biscello, love, piety, poem, Poetry, weeping
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Lady Lazarus
By the palm’s raised standard of root and stigmata, the dawn’s filtrating spread of light and volume give new breath to the legend of Lady Lazarus reborn.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Anne Stavely, John Biscello, Lady Lazarus, Lazarus, photo, poem, Poetry, rebirth, stigmata
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Extra, Extra
The hidden newsprint of the universe and its unreported sorrows carried on the shoulders and in the heart of a young woman on a bike who pedals with furious intent between blurred and urgent breaks of line.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, girl, John Biscello, Literary, Loui Jover, newspaper, poem, Poetry, print, truth
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American Beauty
It was only after they were dropped off and left alone in the middle of an autumn-brushed field, that she realized that the man with whom she was paired was no longer her husband, or never had been; the stranger’s … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged american beauty, gothic, grass, hood, intimacy, John Biscello, love, man, marriage, mask, poem, Poetry, woman
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Spark
The spider’s web grew roots and limbs, modeling itself a bare, cryptic decoy to court the incendiary kiss of lightning upon sallow grounds.
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Tagged forest, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry, spider's web
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