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Childhood’s Wake

Posted on May 25, 2018 by John Biscello

You can feel it in the air, a razory sheen, all the childhoods that were lost or stolen or seized or buried to model catacombs and secret lairs, are returning to the surface bigtime, the reclaimants growing new teeth and … Continue reading →

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I Don’t Know

Posted on May 25, 2018 by John Biscello

After I love you the three most powerful and talismanic words in the language might be I don’t know, instant reducer of ego, canal-cleanser for deeper listening, ventilator of humility and breathing room, not to mention a reverential nod and … Continue reading →

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Love is Real, the Remix

Posted on May 25, 2018 by John Biscello

I thought I knew a lot, explanations analyses profound conjectures nothing new under the sun stupid is as stupid does tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow marathon swims in the think tank and abstractions wrapped like leaden scarves and flags round my neck … Continue reading →

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Torch Song

Posted on May 24, 2018 by John Biscello

Nature does not express opinions, she asserts herself with whatever force is necessary to explode the billion screaming hearts tendered from her wellsprung artistry. Nature does not engage in philosophy or debates, she, unbridled, the husbandless pagan, teems and throbs … Continue reading →

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Blossoms

Posted on May 24, 2018 by John Biscello

There is no secret, no magic this or that, or know-how manual to guide the process to betterment, it is, I believe, simply a matter of paying attention, to people, flowers, sand, stones, dolls, puddles, dreams, souls, first and foremost … Continue reading →

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I See Myself

Posted on May 24, 2018 by John Biscello

I always saw the humanity behind his thick-lidded eyes, the small child, begging for a banquet of golden crumbs to appease the motherache churning in his heart and stomach. A thousand lions pitted against a studded chainsmoking beergutted gladiator, I … Continue reading →

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I Listen

Posted on May 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Dawn. The sea breeze, salt-fringed, rolls in through the opened glass doors, its damp fingers sifting and touching upon the cravings, rent and folds of our shared bare skin, It’s like home, you say, and this makes me dig my … Continue reading →

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Set Course

Posted on May 23, 2018 by John Biscello

The love I don’t get to live with her, I am going to have to live and attend, sublimely, through fiction, there are only so many lives to choose from, to assume gracefully, so many courses upon which the sun … Continue reading →

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Requite

Posted on May 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Real lovers, brave ones, requite to the nth degree, nestled snugly in a hollow shaped to fit their bodies, they assume joint custody of Beauty as they fully twine and engage.

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Gloam

Posted on May 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Fretted, to beckon gloam, and slant felt shadows, I cannot hold what was never mine to grasp.

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