Tag Archives: love

N.

Posted on April 17, 2018 by John Biscello

Sssshhh, gently now, gently, Love, the slippered guest, the tender trespasser, enters the house of wet leaves, softly, finger pressed to asking lips, no more questions, just this: the sound of rain, pealing, to bless storied thirst.  

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Daisies

Posted on April 17, 2018 by John Biscello

To have, to have not, in the end, it’s all the same– thrill to wet daisies.

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Granny and Chaplin

Posted on April 15, 2018 by John Biscello

  (Today is my grandmother May’s birthday, May-Day in my heart. Tomorrow is Sir Charlie Chaplin’s birthday, Fool’s-Play-Day in my heart. And so, in honor of these two wonderful and loving spirits) In times of hardship and heartache my grandmother … Continue reading →

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Medicine

Posted on April 14, 2018 by John Biscello

No exam needed, she just wanted to be held– Medicine through touch.

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Praise

Posted on April 12, 2018 by John Biscello

Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.  

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Purls

Posted on April 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Lisping, to gentle feral purls of ink on skin– Words, crafted to touch.

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Prelude

Posted on April 10, 2018 by John Biscello

Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose.

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Easter

Posted on March 28, 2018 by John Biscello

She, tender Sunday, wearing only beads of rain– her skin held the light.

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Free Range

Posted on March 27, 2018 by John Biscello

Nesting, she brooded on the future of free range– No claims to hold her.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Benign

Posted on March 26, 2018 by John Biscello

Alighted, to course sweetly toward benign silence– To mend, flowers kiss.   (Watercolor by Henry Miller)    

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