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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Nephilim
Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.
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Tagged david lynch, desert, film, John Biscello, Light, lost highway, love, nephilim, poem, Poetry, sex, shadow
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In the Beginning
The opaque gist and myopic blurring of a freshly risen ghost opening its eyes for the first time, wordless in the beginning.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blurry, ghost, John Biscello, opaque, photo, poem, Poetry
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Snap
It was the cold snap of the glyphic branch that awakened him to the grave misunderstanding between fall and winter and the nature of dreams unlived.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, dreams, forest, John Biscello, nature, poem, Poetry, season, Winter, woods
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Sorcery
The false portal, merely window dressing, appeared in retrospect, long after the floating disc of arclight had guided her past the wraith, and teeth of smoke, a daring exit into fathomless depths.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged butoh, dark, John Biscello, Light, magic, poem, Poetry, recovery, ritual, sorcery
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Canticle
The stars indelibly printed on obsidian reams of sky, a course in illuminated text by which we redeem the necessary canticle to cite a gilded theme.
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Tagged John Biscello, poem, Poetry, sky, Stars, text
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Grapple
To constantly grapple with the past feels like strangling a mannequin, your hands sacrificed to false intimacy and the empty reaping of love’s labor by unreal standards.
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Tagged John Biscello, love, love's labor, poem, Poetry
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Citrus
Upon a citrus-infused sky, bright and sorry, the dance of acidic vapors and serpentine ravels, assuming the burden of a faceless woman, basking
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Tagged Artwork, citrus, ekphrasis, Georgia O' Keefe, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry
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Touch
It is the quiet history of touch, tendered through years of symmetry and fable, a radiant pulsing in the spaces between fingers, holy derived, charging us to mercy and enclosure.
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Tagged fable, gospel, John Biscello, Literary, love, ouch, poem, Poetry
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Golem
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: I think, the bottom line, Piers, is that one’s protector is or can become one’s destroyer. Angels are monsters in wait, same as monsters are angels awaiting transformative context. The two are one and to divide … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged golem, John Biscello, Literary, nocturne variations, novel, piers, Prose, shadow, shadow play, soul
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What Remains?
If I were to go tomorrow, and by go I mean no more spells of wonder, or lines leveling a manic fate, no more ancient fireflies like safety pins fastening us to thin, thin dreams, all our hollow and chaste … Continue reading
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Tagged being, death, John Biscello, lightness, poem, Poetry, rebirth, release
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