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Tag Archives: mexico
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?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
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
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Tagged ancient yet evernew, baja, John Biscello, mexico, poem, prehistory's unwritten pages, saline kisses, stones loving sea
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Orpheus in Mexico
Wherever there is a time-scarred stone stairwell, there is the wandersick soul of Orpheus, forever walking backwards in search of his Eurydice, her heart the lost season in a hell of imagined distance.
It’s All Greek to Me
Katabasis, Greek for downgoing or descent– Orpheus, evinced.
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Tagged ancient, baja, erosion is lovely, greece is the word, haiku, John Biscello, mexico, stones sing
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