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Tag Archives: mercy
All Fours
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged burning, desert, mercy, permanetly scarred, Poetry, Prose, spoke word, voice, words
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Watchword
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
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged fate, grief, installation, mercy, paper, rocks, scissors, words, yoko ono
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For Melody’s Sake
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
Mainline
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
Palms
Mercy Street runs lengthwise to the sun. Its soul, to orient, turns its nearest cheek to flaring palms.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged compassion, John Biscello, Light, love, mercy, palms, poem, Poetry, spirit, sun
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Mercy
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.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angel of mercy, angel of sorrow, dead, death, grave, John Biscello, love, mercy, names, poem, Poetry, tombstone, weeping
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Valentine
Our Lady of Eternal Valentines, forever bestowing tenderest mercy and heart-shaped harbor to the world’s sorrowful lot.
Orphans
In all the children’s mouths, so many screamless nights amounting to timelocked dreams, adopting a feverish hue and deep freeze all at once, the birth of orphans who wander in fugues, haunting their own lives, seeking blessed reunion with who … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cave, cave-ins, creativity, dreams, exiles, faith, John Biscello, love, mercy, orphans, pain, poem, Poetry, rebirth, screamless, transcendence
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