Tag Archives: nature

Nuptials

Posted on September 6, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Here, a plot of overgrown grass and conjugal motives– A desirously bowing limb decked out in pink and green, caressing the time-darkened stone of one who has passed from now to now-again… The enduring portrait … Continue reading →

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Storytime

Posted on October 13, 2020 by John Biscello

There had been rumors, hints, warnings, about the nature of certain fairy tales that fucked you in the end— The trees bent to listen, or rather to feel the story of her grief soaking into the earth and slaking the … Continue reading →

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Undergrowth

Posted on July 3, 2019 by John Biscello

There had been rumors, hints, warnings, about the nature of certain fairy tales that fucked you in the end— The trees bent to listen, or rather to feel the story of her grief soaking into the earth and slaking the … Continue reading →

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Pitch

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

The cave witch’s broom, flares–All those who enter here shall know nightmare’s pitch.

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Foam

Posted on July 12, 2018 by John Biscello

Collect her broken bones, her sea-washed cortege, and sentences of charged glimmer, and pay close reverence to where the slow, reedy breath of the pearl steams the shell of its host, and when the time is right, just right, kiss … Continue reading →

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Peony

Posted on July 12, 2018 by John Biscello

The peony came at exactly the right time– The garden smiled, blushed.    

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Red Alert

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

While the beauty and magmic intensity of Vesuvius is something to behold it pales in comparison to Pele’s fire-lipped swallowing of entire islands leaving a blanket of hot ash on a roiling sea where men sacrifice bleeding hearts to the … Continue reading →

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Ferally Yours

Posted on June 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Take your own pulse, and manic rave, to the wilds springing new weather, vigorous sync-up to the unknown, where pagan gospel will re-seed feral beginnings.

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Wildflowers

Posted on June 1, 2018 by John Biscello

The child in me the fire carrier has always wanted to love big with no barriers or wind tunnels or bubble-clots to gum up the flow. I think maybe this is the Paradise whose greenest tips I have grazed and … Continue reading →

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Torch Song

Posted on May 24, 2018 by John Biscello

Nature does not express opinions, she asserts herself with whatever force is necessary to explode the billion screaming hearts tendered from her wellsprung artistry. Nature does not engage in philosophy or debates, she, unbridled, the husbandless pagan, teems and throbs … Continue reading →

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