Tag Archives: love

Love Is

Posted on October 27, 2020 by John Biscello

I miss you already, the sun-kissed daisy whispered to the migrant flake of snow, which clung like a hopeful bead to the daisy’s delicate petal before dying a lover’s death and melting.

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Unmade

Posted on October 12, 2020 by John Biscello

Rumpled, with a sense of grave toil, and casual slips of crucial error– Was this what love meant, or did? Could that be all? The woman settled into the shape of her day, and pined for something remote and unspecified, … Continue reading →

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Rising

Posted on June 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Dreams, undeferred, coupled with Hope, that thing unfettered, to keep us company and warm our solitude, as we stumble bravely through a long night’s journey into the bated gospel of days rising to claim us.

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Butterfly, in Black and White

Posted on June 4, 2020 by John Biscello

Yesterday, before the fist-prints made their way onto the walls of the gallery as a show of solidarity, there was a moment, one of those small simple yet powerful moments which are easily dismissed or overlooked. Me, and my partner, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged butterfly, flight, grace, John Biscello, love, lyrics, metamorphosis, poem, Poetry, solidarity, transformation | 1 Comment

Touch

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

On the day that grace re-entered the atmosphere, there was a hush, a sentient quilt of true silence, that covered the pooling plague of static which had made for ill communication, and everyone feelized deeply the limitless scope and range … Continue reading →

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Starstuff

Posted on October 6, 2019 by John Biscello

Mariko was a photographer of stars. It feels funny to put it that way. It sounds as if she photographed celebrities.She only took photos of stars in the night sky. She said the stars were her real home and that’s … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged John Biscello, love, mariko, night sky, photography, Prose, starscaping | Leave a comment

Mariko

Posted on October 6, 2019 by John Biscello

I knew from the beginning that Mariko was haunted, but there was nothing I could do about it. My only choice was to love her, and until the very end. I have five photographs left of Mariko. I burned all … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged Desire, John Biscello, light and shadow, love, mariko, Prose, the haunting | Leave a comment

His and Hers

Posted on June 17, 2019 by John Biscello

I saw us, my love, long after we were gone– Ghosts of lives, well-worn.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, John Biscello, love, oregon coast, the cabin, the chairs, time and timeless | Leave a comment

Transients

Posted on June 14, 2019 by John Biscello

She was a matter of falling, and scaling the air, and I, street to her clouds, abandoned myself to growing realer and realer in vivid contrast to her sofly fading out and in.

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It’s a Secret: Tell Everyone

Posted on April 26, 2019 by John Biscello

The heart’s sheerest capacity to marvel and see rightly is a gilded trespass into the world of true visionaries.

Posted in Books, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged John Biscello, love, marvel, poem, seeing eye guidework, the heart's vision, The Little Prince | Leave a comment