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Tag Archives: Light
Red Balloon
A red balloon says so much about the sky, and the weightless wonder of children, when desire, bated aloft by the sun, gives free-spirited chase to the play of light on basking reams of nimbus and lore.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged childhood, clouds, floating, John Biscello, Light, poem, red baloon
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Wisp
She believed there was a place for her, a venerated quarry, or wedge of corner, somewhere that wouldn’t be overlooked by the gossamer sentience of light falling. (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged church, cindy sherman, John Biscello, Light, photography, poem, untitled film still
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Light
Leave your favorite mug out in the sun for several hours. Bring the mug back inside and sit on your favorite chair as you drink the light that has collected inside the mug. Feel your stomach glowing, and tell yourself—I … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged drinking regimen, idleness, John Biscello, Light, to your health
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Hello, Goodbye
The day she traded her worn cross for a feather the air kissed the light.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged air, airing out one's burden, John Biscello, Light, poem, proof of love, the unbearable lightness of grieving
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In the Belly Of
In the softest pit of my belly, the masticating angel, the glowing renegade with milkbone teeth, eats me alive, and spits me back out into the world, half-light, half-silence, the happy miscarriage of identity winnowing the essential me from I.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel, eaten alive, I is another, identity, John Biscello, Light, rebirth
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Gauge
The sun, like a brandied dream, slips away beneath the world’s ending, or beginning, same difference, by the sea’s ancient gauge and meter.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged beach, Beauty, John Biscello, Light, sea, sunset, time
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Level
Girl, I will write you for a long, seething bask, Light seeks its own level.
Devotional
Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged epitaph, God, gratitude, John Biscello, Light, poem, remember, reverence, soul, spirit
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Slant
There are no promissory notes in life, there are fugitive scraps upon which we can opt to scribble our heart’s mind, and most tender sublime, tatters registered to light’s lilting slant, granting us grace from unexpected angles.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged heart, John Biscello, life, Light, love, poem, slant, soul
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