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Tag Archives: moon
Reap
By the light of the autumn moon, she became, as always, a legend true to her own scythe and reaping.
Lovers
Between true lovers, a throbbing flight of totems, carved from moon and ash.
She Weeps
Victory is the epilogue to squabble. And its prelude too. That is, when your bayonet plunges into the ribcage or spleen of another version of you, the moon weeps slow silver rivers of tears, unconsoled by the glitteringly indifferent stars, … Continue reading
It’s A Moon Thing
Here, then, is the poet’s most holy and vocational duty– to clarify, beyond the rabble and ill communication, something flowingly equivalent to the reflection of the moon on dark rippling waters, sated, briefly, in savvy communion with what lies beneath.
Moonstruck
I never learned the secret delicious recipe of making a poem from moon, or the bluest glacial moon-cheese from any of my teachers. It wasn’t their fault. They might have regarded the moon as something distant, something belonging to astronauts, … Continue reading
Why I Love the Moon
You, Moon, told me a secret when I was a child– Make wonder your compass, your true north, abide by its magnetic tow, and you will never get lost, not truly, and your soul will make for warm, favored company. … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, lunar eclipse, moon, poem, supermoon, tribute, Whistler
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Instructions on How to Use a Blade
To ask how deep is not the right question of the blade, but rather, how much moon, if any, is reflected in the silver of your teeth when piercing skin to venerate pink?
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Tagged bladerunning, first and last cuts, John Biscello, moon, pink is beautiful, poem
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Girl and the Moon
There is the snake and there is the amen and perhaps there’s not really much difference between the two. Like you, and the moon, and how my longing bleeds a fugitive overlap, i.e, where exactly does the queenly orb of … Continue reading
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Tagged amen, fracture, girl, gospel, John Biscello, love, moon, mystery, poem, prayer, romance
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Mount
To sire a riptide, the roseblood moon, fully engorged, sank lower and lower, its binding navel grazing the lattice mouth and lacy tease of a sea forever beckoning softly creased light to charge and mount.
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Tagged Desire, John Biscello, moon, mount, night, poem, romance, sea
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Trail
My stubborn when growing sawteeth fierce as fuck rails against the moon and sun and sea and me bracing that double-edged notion to have to hold in trying to shape the music of air into something that leaves behind a … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, moon, poem, sea, Seethe, stubborn, sun, trail
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