Tag Archives: John Biscello

The Walk

Posted on April 26, 2019 by John Biscello

The vagaries of a portent, perhaps a reckoning– no, he wasn’t brave, but he was with angel, or some kind of numinous equivalent. A quest started way back when was about to take a turn one way or another. His … Continue reading →

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It’s a Secret: Tell Everyone

Posted on April 26, 2019 by John Biscello

The heart’s sheerest capacity to marvel and see rightly is a gilded trespass into the world of true visionaries.

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Wonderwell

Posted on April 26, 2019 by John Biscello

It is the supple mind, ripe with longing and a sense of wonder, that needs space to dream and marvel unfettered.

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Laurel and Hardy in Paris

Posted on April 26, 2019 by John Biscello

We’ll always have Paris,                                   Stanny, to tag with kerosene and meringue– (cue the “Dance of the Cuckoos” as the pie-in-the-face revolution begins with … Continue reading →

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Every Breath You Take

Posted on April 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Undammed, I came to you as currency that cannot be jettisoned or grasped. When a petal falls at exactly the ripest moment to steal a kiss from the wind, you will know me by way of soft soundless merger and … Continue reading →

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Kuan Yin’s Promise

Posted on April 25, 2019 by John Biscello

I can only offer you this. Do not worry. Always the river of ight runs inward narrowing to an unspecified nexus, a glimmering placeless speck that holds silence tenable and golden, its spate of volumes your means to equity in … Continue reading →

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Golden Means

Posted on April 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Love, in its mating pitch to molecules, amounts to a sort of glyphic jazz or totemic bebop, upon which cherish patterns its founting signature.   (Artwork by Gustav Klimt)

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Working Class Super Hero

Posted on April 21, 2019 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Raking the Dust) Monday morning.  I sat in my yard, drank coffee and flipped through the newspaper, eventually making my way to the section I had been avoiding: the classifieds. With perfunctory listlessness I circled the jobs that … Continue reading →

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What Comes to Pass

Posted on April 19, 2019 by John Biscello

Agony, a skinned aesthetic drawn from the ash and resin of martyrs cast to perish and runes.   (Artwork by Guy Denning, inspired by the 1928 film, The Passion of Joan of Arc)

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Hearing Aid

Posted on April 19, 2019 by John Biscello

The graffitied veins of the cosmos bleed a ruptured interplay of so much noiseless static in God’s ears drumming to shape wonder.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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