Tag Archives: Literary

Wraith

Posted on November 17, 2016 by John Biscello

In a brief lighted instance, a rending flicker, he measured and recalled, a rumpled and well-worn patch of dark velvet, sun-warmed, and touching the skin of teeth to Memory, he grieved her, fashioning haunt from thin fabled air.

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Bird’s Eye View

Posted on November 11, 2016 by John Biscello

(For Leonard Cohen) As the bird on the wire trills its last delicious electric notes, the vibrato hum begins to resound in Heaven.

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Symmetry

Posted on November 8, 2016 by John Biscello

It is only when you learn how to tango like a crab along the sea’s mirrored edge, that language, as master to its own silence, hastens words to dance with the symmetry of intent.

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Homecoming

Posted on November 8, 2016 by John Biscello

Listening to the dark for years on end, the slow and vested maturation of a writer’s craft and homecoming.

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Rose in Winter

Posted on November 7, 2016 by John Biscello

Inherent is this basking fragility which announces the wild rose, bending devoutly to kiss the earth, as shadow to first love, mighty in its lasting yearn and abandon.

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Fort

Posted on November 6, 2016 by John Biscello

It has become my last refuge, a solitary outpost upon which the broken bit of sun seared into my palm, mirroring stigmata, has given my name as refutable evidence and signature.

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Unbound

Posted on November 4, 2016 by John Biscello

Dancing on the lighted rim of fasting hours, cased within this borrowed corpse, savvy and perishable, and rigged to fade, I bless my ghost, in advance, as it cedes to claim a future plot without my name to bind its … Continue reading →

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Claim

Posted on October 25, 2016 by John Biscello

She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief, inverting the symmetry of arc.

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Hale

Posted on October 20, 2016 by John Biscello

To sharpen one’s teeth against solvent pages and grated silence is the bite in the air the old poets crowed about, and the wind saliently scales, as if reverse were a condition and not Memory fasting into childhood’s hale.

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Yes

Posted on October 19, 2016 by John Biscello

It is those, in writing, who quietly almost sublimely say fuck you & yes while trafficking, with fierce row, in silence whom I most admire.

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