Tag Archives: John Biscello

Harmony

Posted on June 1, 2020 by John Biscello

We, the people, the portal-jumpers, re-seeding our modes of vision and being, to score the heart’s greening bounty, as if notes to a torch song, buried and nearly forgotten, and now being recalled to give Grace her due and amazing … Continue reading →

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Weather Report

Posted on June 1, 2020 by John Biscello

In the climate change of one’s heart, a weathervane, doubling as compass, pointing to true north, as we, the wandering homesick orphans, are called forth to brave the wilds of a new breaking dawn.

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Birthing Pains

Posted on June 1, 2020 by John Biscello

To see, everywhere, brave little lights going up, flares of hope and justice, holding hands to tip the scales in a bond of solidarity, a fire-chastened purge and desire for change’s holy golden grail, the quest, a blessed rhyme and … Continue reading →

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Anthemic

Posted on June 1, 2020 by John Biscello

Comfort is a privilege, yet kindness and dignity, charity and compassion, are spirit-given rights and blessings, the seeded marrow and initiative of our soul’s turnings toward unequivocal light.

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The Meaning of the Mob

Posted on June 1, 2020 by John Biscello

(I wrote this piece, “The Meaning of the Mob,” over a decade ago, but felt moved to share, because words bridging action matter.) The Meaning of the Mob. I say, the Mob, meaning the Definitely Uncertain, Fixed—a liberal form of … Continue reading →

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Declaration Rites

Posted on May 31, 2020 by John Biscello

When a nation becomes a paid advertisement for itself founding fathers turn over in their graves which they share with the ghosts of slaves whose chains they inherited on karmic loan.

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A Love Supreme 2020

Posted on May 30, 2020 by John Biscello

It is, here and now, a marvelous free bounty and blessed inheritance, this world of breath, our most vital resource and best friend, master to our disciple, and how clear must it become for us to not only see but … Continue reading →

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George Floyd and Us

Posted on May 30, 2020 by John Biscello

Here is a candle, a flagged token of light and trespass in the small hours for a man who is no longer with us, who, for eight minutes and forty-six seconds, desperately attempted to save his own life through bated … Continue reading →

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Masks

Posted on May 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Excerpt from a novel-in-progress: It was in the year _______, that a maskless society had ceased to exist. A decision was made by people who made decisions of that nature (yes, the masks, the decision-making, the proper authorities, all this … Continue reading →

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The Jackdaw and the Doll

Posted on April 30, 2020 by John Biscello

In what has been an inspired harmonizing of words and art, and a storyscape richly carved out of light, shadows and dream-stuff, The Jackdaw and the Doll has been completed. This fable, penned by yours truly, and illustrated by pen-and-ink … Continue reading →

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