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Tag Archives: John Biscello
Graze
Clouds, how we graze upon the incalculable breadth of God, storm watch notwithstanding.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged clouds, God, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Poetry
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Arc
It is the mouth birthing a blood-new kiss that begs gravity’s pardon and raises lips to an impossible arc.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged Artwork, Gustav Klimt, John Biscello, kiss, Literary, Poetry
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Claim for the Meek
I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading
Winter, A Love Story
Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading
Claim
She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief inverting the symmetry of arc.
Tatters
For many years I asked Grief to wait outside my window, a peripheral guest chancing obscure, fugitive details, and lighted tatters. Have I been a poor host, stranger to my own ghost and remnants?
Review of The Boundary Stone
Hassett’s post-apocalyptic odyssey, through a fractured world of ruins and primordial reform, doubles as a valentine coded in hieroglyphics. Compelled by the nameless firelight (his “Beatrice”) that charges his heart and functions as an inner-compass, the narrator journeys forth, a … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Poetry, Press
Tagged Christopher Hassett, John Biscello, Poetry, Review, The Boundary Stone
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Review of Raking the Dust
“Alex is a New York native living in Taos, New Mexico. Divorced dad, jobless (except for a part-time gig dressing as Spiderman) and sleeping on couches, he is devoted to one thing above all, his writing. When Alex meets songstress … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Press
Tagged Johanna DeBiase, John Biscello, Literary, New York, Raking the Dust, Surrealism, Taos
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The Horse’s Mouth
Spoken word track on the upcoming album Arson & Grace. Featuring Ben Wright on bass. Listen here.
Posted in Audio, Poetry
Tagged Ben Wright, Dylan Thomas, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, Spoken Word
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