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Tag Archives: New Mexico
Symmetry
It is the filigreed static, and effluvient roar of the water nymphs choral concert, which numinously orders the light and stones to conspire, and function as delegates of symmetry.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged filigree, flow, John Biscello, Light, music, nature, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, rio grande, river, roar, stones, symmetry, water nymphs
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Opaque
Rebirthing, within fathomless hues, beyond the opaque rim, and vanishing, someone waits to claim your life anew.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged baptism, dark, hues, John Biscello, lake, moody, New Mexico, opaque, photo, poem, Poetry, rebirth, ritual, water
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Rumors
Within the licorice hush and mottle of Dream’s darkening brood, we cede, slowly, to faintest rumors on a paling cusp, to gainly renew.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged chaste, dream, John Biscello, lake, lavender, mist, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, purple, renewal, rumors, spirit, storry lake
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Real Estate
For Sale: Victorian-style home, shovel, plants, and hallowed plot of earth included. Head not part of the package, original guillotine, negotiable.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged guillotine, head, house, John Biscello, las vegas, macabre, mannequin, New Mexico, poem, porch, steps, victorian
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Lucent
The house, the chair, the vintage attire, the cloud-pastried sky with no limits, time and again she projected herself into someone else’s life, their memories and reality, and saw herself reflected as if a happy mannequin behind lucent glass.
Raking the Dust Giveaway
For those who are members of LibraryThing, I am offering free digital copies of Raking the Dust, my second novel, during a giveaway (which runs through January 17th). Link here.
Posted in Artwork, Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged free book, giveaway, John Biscello, LibraryThing, New Mexico, New York, novel, Surrealism, Taos
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Coyote, a Christmas Story
Get on with your dying, Coyote urged. It is time. I was scared. I was scared of the unknown. I was scared of letting go. Scared of dissolving my identity. Who would I become? That is the nature of metamorphosis, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged animal, christmas, coyote, dark, John Biscello, Light, love, New Mexico, rebirth, soul, spirit, story, tale, Taos, totem, Winter
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Solstice
On the day the Trickster died in vain Winter set in to consecrate its crucifix and initiate the changing of seasons.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged coyote, death, fence, God, John Biscello, nature, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, snow, Taos, Trickster, Winter
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What Leaves May Come
Dance of the Shadow Leaves, a Triptych.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, door, house, John Biscello, leaves, Light, New Mexico, photo, shadow, Taos, triptych, visual
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Lake
Lady of the lake of sorrows and penitence– How deep is your blue?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, Blue, haiku, John Biscello, lady of the lake, lake, las vegas, moody, New Mexico, penitence, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, storrie lake, twilight
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