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Tag Archives: mexico
Dust in the Wind
Much here is caked in dust. Dust-skinned dogs and dust-skinned horses. Dust-coated houses in ruin, the staccato of ruins, the oldlife song of decay, dreams move sluggishly here at the pace of dust, the swirling eddies of dust, dust in … Continue reading
Sentenced
I, a lone comma pulsing within the voluptuous grammar of the ocean.
Scar Country
Blonde thimbles of sunlight pour onto and speckle the faded terra-cotta roofs, the play of light on hidden scars, the song with unremembered lyrics.Four towels draped on the railing of a terrace to air-dry. Two green, one blue, one red.The … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged excerpt, last furies, long walk home, mexico, novel, play of light, scars
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Hemingway in Mexico
Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, Hemingway, John Biscello, mexico, people are lovely, to have and have not
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Door
There is a legend of a door hidden from hearts– How stones, unturned, scar.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged door, dream, heart, John Biscello, mexico, otherworldly, poem
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Swell
This house on a hill, overlooking love, dreams us– Clouds, gently touched, swell.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cloudcrown, dreamscape, invitation, John Biscello, love's fool on the hill, mexico, open the door
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Terrace
Young girl on terrace, looking down upon the world– Where did mommy go?
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Tagged haiku, John Biscello, little girl, mexico, mothers and daughters, terrace, what you don't see
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Picasso Who?
No painter required, just a door, and running blues– Fuck museum walls.
Buddha’s Ninth Life
Fasting on patience, the cat became enlightened– No reason to leap.
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Tagged buddha, cat, enlightened feline, haiku, John Biscello, mexico, poem, walled out
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How Stones Love
Almost as if the stones, a bundle of prehistoric easter eggs, and petrified sweeps and flourishes of gondoliering motion, were modeling poetry, an implacable ode and incalculable sonnet to the sea, whose flagrant tempest, bound to strict meter, abrades the … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ancient yet evernew, baja, John Biscello, mexico, poem, prehistory's unwritten pages, saline kisses, stones loving sea
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