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Redemption Song

Posted on November 10, 2020 by John Biscello

“We are strangers and exiles here.  I feel it now more certainly than ever—and the only home a man ever has on earth, the only moment when he escapes from the prisms of loneliness, is when he enters into the … Continue reading →

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You Say You Want a Revolution?

Posted on October 30, 2020 by John Biscello

The secret to becoming a true revolutionary, lay yourself out upon the world’s limitless altar  of secrets, and praise the hidden roots of everything you encounter daily, heart bared as proof of light’s need to air.

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Floodlights

Posted on June 7, 2020 by John Biscello

We are the keepers of the sacred fire, the shapeshifters and purveyors of starstuff undivided, We, tending to flocks of light and clouds, understand that, come rain or come shine, the founting marvels from God’s lips, and breadth, are a … Continue reading →

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Reflections of Solidarity

Posted on June 3, 2020 by John Biscello

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The Rainbow Connection 2020

Posted on June 2, 2020 by John Biscello

It truly is staring us right in the face, under our noses— We are the makers of the new myths and shifts in being, We, the shapers of legacy, and dawn’s graced breaking. It is not someone or somewhere else, … 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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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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