Tag Archives: love

Titanic

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

If there were two, then let us say there were two. The two danced on the time-haunted deck of the Titanic, they called it the Titanic because they understood the floor beneath their feet was not to be trusted, nor … Continue reading →

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Whispers

Posted on December 26, 2023 by John Biscello

Whisper, I want to be inside you, to your lover, when she is in the middle of a parent-teacher conference. Whisper, between your thighs I found blue lightning, to your lover, when she is driving in congested traffic on the … Continue reading →

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Mooning

Posted on December 22, 2023 by John Biscello

Go outside with a hand mirror on a full moon night. Breathe into the mirror. Then hold the mirror up to the moon at such an angle that moonlight is reflected into the palm of your free hand. Go to … Continue reading →

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Call and Response

Posted on December 20, 2023 by John Biscello

Find an old telephone booth. If you can’t find an old telephone booth, use a refrigerator box, or the dimensional equivalent. Enter the booth or box. Place a dime, real or imaginary, inside the phantom slot and place a call … Continue reading →

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Path to Mercy

Posted on October 13, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Among the hallowed assembly of serene countenances and stillness humble rabbit bows down supplicating not only for mercy but to hear the laughter of the lost children resounding endlessly in a forest of echoes and … Continue reading →

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Window for Two

Posted on August 9, 2022 by John Biscello

Do you plan to get up today Max? No Marge, you? I am up. You plan on staying up? No, just wanted a spot of tea. That’s very British of you. What is? A spot of tea . . . … Continue reading →

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The Source

Posted on May 8, 2022 by John Biscello

For mothers everywhere: Their hearts, registeredas infinite beacons,have gone gentlyand luminously into nightsnot so good and pitch-black, bravingflytrap folds and god-awful rowsto soothe, mend andrestore the bruised vitalsof daughters and sons;they go, infused with bright rage,green force driving homenocturnes and … Continue reading →

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Into the Blue

Posted on December 22, 2020 by John Biscello

I have been scratching at air since I was a child, and have had the good fortune of feeling into words that have fallen out of thin blue nowhere– And these words I have gathered, or to put it more … Continue reading →

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The Choice is Yours, or, Ch-Ch-Changes

Posted on November 30, 2020 by John Biscello

Make no mistake about it— We are, collectively, at a crossroads, one which clearly, sharply, and without suffering lightly any more of the same ol same ol bullshit is asking us as individuals— Are you going to remain in blame, … Continue reading →

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Night and Day

Posted on November 26, 2020 by John Biscello

In the fasting age of the world’s lengthy night, hunger for reclamation projects, and restoration of citing visions long overdue– all is stilled to know the suture of light, moving quietly across tenderest stitches, upon which symmetry is duly derived … Continue reading →

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