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Tag Archives: Literary
Feral
Seized, I am in the ripe feral grip of the new language she is speaking. Her voice fronting a glassy, ciphered edge, a grifting menace. Every calculated utterance bears double and triple meaning, with common intent to baffle, disarm, intrigue, … Continue reading
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Tagged epitaph, John Biscello, language, Literary, Man Ray, photography
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Plaything
Wafting from afar, the intimate rumor of a divine toy, a cryptic plaything, implications in tow. A tonic and pacifier of blank rages; buoy and anti-freeze to sudden plunges into sub-zero climate. These conditions cannot be bested, but they can … Continue reading
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Tagged epitaph, John Biscello, Literary, plaything, Poetry, toy
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Bellwether
Lidless, the fluent graze of dispersive light, Braille for the heart by which to envision, or, how a river of eyes, vim and bellwethered, cite Forgiveness to tow the pending divide.
Fret
Incite, the heraldic crash of the ocean’s champagne fete, or, how the waves, lattice and white-maned, sire the sea’s cadent fret.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, Literary, ocean, Poetry, sea, waves
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Spoor
Hazarding a cede, to spoor feral shoots, or, Inspiration, a ward’s vigilant yield toward a mysterious charge.
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Tagged inspiration, John Biscello, Literary, photography, Poetry, spoor
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Sow
Inviolate, the shallow impress of bird’s feet in snow, or, how love, in chronic yield, metes time to sow.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged birds, John Biscello, Literary, love, Poetry, snow
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Toll
Winter, tolling the climes of Grief’s wraith, or, how the feathers of first snow, falling, chasten the dead in lasting refrain.
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Tagged grief, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Poetry, prague, snow, Winter
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Climes
Grief, engendering the climes of Winter’s wraith, or, how the sound of white fire, falling, in reverse, encloses the dead in penitent refrain.
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Tagged ghost, grief, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Poetry, prague, snow, Winter
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Fetters
Between worlds, the vetted reaping of Memory, where wings once brushed rash pink, or, how an angel, ennobling fetters, loses sleep to grievous mortal claims.
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Tagged angel, angel of grief, feathers, grace, grief, John Biscello, Literary, memory, Poetry
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Filigree
And on the eighth day, gospel and inviolate, the Moon went on a bender, pouring silver chaste with salve, or, how the world, toddling due course, filigreed the necessary dark by grieving jointly.
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Tagged healing, J.W. Turner, John Biscello, Literary, moon, nocturne, Poetry, silver
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