Tag Archives: mercy

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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Still Life

Posted on August 23, 2023 by John Biscello

In our petitions for mercy repose is the standard by which we elicit the preferred company of grace.

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All Fours

Posted on December 5, 2022 by John Biscello
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Watchword

Posted on November 15, 2022 by John Biscello

Grief lies here like an insomniac pining for sleep. Like scissors running dull to the touch of fate. We paper over grief its ruins and brittle slates with hordes of torn pages. Forget me nots band aids christ sporting a … Continue reading →

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For Melody’s Sake

Posted on June 24, 2022 by John Biscello

It is a call, a calling. Lost voices committing mutiny to service seasons unknown— Strange wingless angels of mercy and memory, the blue ones, sounding the call, a calling. Melody hosts its own discipline, and we, the fragile disciples of … Continue reading →

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Mainline

Posted on January 21, 2021 by John Biscello

In these parts, we mainline moonglow. It’s what we do. It’s our thing. We shoot moonglow directly into our veins and our blood becomes gospel as we start to sing hallelujah and glory-be— We dream daytime dreams of phoenixes burning … Continue reading →

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Boneyard’s Way

Posted on December 12, 2018 by John Biscello

I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. Whether or not they help is either of primary consequence or none at all. Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard in order to reach the garden. This is what I … Continue reading →

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Palms

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Mercy Street runs lengthwise to the sun. Its soul, to orient, turns its nearest cheek to flaring palms.

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Mercy

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Always a mother, always gentle enclosure– Between palms, mercy.

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Mercy

Posted on March 5, 2018 by John Biscello

She, unmoving, has remained the same for millennia, mercy on a tether. As for the tombs, the plots, the names engraved on headstones, those are always different, change, the truest source of sorrow replenished.

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