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Tag Archives: myth
Devil and Saxman
(Excerpt from None So Distant, novel in progress) The devil on the side of the highway got tired of standing and sat down on his briefcase waiting for history to catch up or to pass away altogether. It didn’t … Continue reading
Dust
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Audio, dust, myth, Spoken Word, story, today, voice, words
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Our Lady of Dust
Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Audio, dust, myth, red desert, Spoken Word, story, text, words
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In Our Solitude
Posted in Artwork, Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged myth, photography, solitude, Spoken Word, story, visions, words
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Born Yesterday
Posted in Artwork, Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Audio, beginnings, endings, myth, photography, Poetry, Prose, travel, words
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In the Dark
In the dark I tell myself stories cycling through different guises different spells and guesses to sublimate an existential itch I cannot scratch. In batches the words arrive wingless like immigrants from distant shores. I go there hungover from daily … Continue reading
Here There Be Dream Tigers
Here we are hooded in shadows with tigers green fire eyes lighting up new seasons. Tigers green fire eyes the forests of emeralds burning of bedazzlement and jade bewitching. We enter calmly at our own risk. We heard that one … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Prose
Tagged abstract, dreams, forests, imagination, Mark Rothko, myth, story, tigers, words
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John Biscello 