Tag Archives: mothers

Red Wind

Posted on August 18, 2025 by John Biscello

The stilettos of red wind go on pecking at me, at us. We haven’t seen our mother in seven months. She was taken away. I could present evidence of my mother— kitchens tattooed onto her elbows and wrists, walking the … Continue reading →

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Days of Lives

Posted on October 26, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Umbrella between friends, shadows cast for none to see– Summer festival.

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In Our Solitude

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Near to the bones of warming solitude. Within vagrancy’s timelocked spells we wander you could say we are wanderstruck. Modes of lyrical living allows us to bask in living alone in the company of words stories voices. For them we … Continue reading →

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Keeper of Bones

Posted on November 3, 2022 by John Biscello

Now again I have become my mother’s keeper. Once I saw her sitting out in the yard staring out blankly and when I asked her what she was doing she said she was taking care of the world. She said … Continue reading →

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The Source

Posted on May 8, 2022 by John Biscello

For mothers everywhere: Their hearts, registeredas infinite beacons,have gone gentlyand luminously into nightsnot so good and pitch-black, bravingflytrap folds and god-awful rowsto soothe, mend andrestore the bruised vitalsof daughters and sons;they go, infused with bright rage,green force driving homenocturnes and … Continue reading →

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The Source

Posted on May 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters and sons; they go, infused with … Continue reading →

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The Source

Posted on May 8, 2016 by John Biscello

This poem dedicated to mothers’ everywhere. Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters … Continue reading →

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