Tag Archives: passion

Course

Posted on October 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Parched voices quicken, defying Time by true course– words ripen slowly.

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Nin and Miller

Posted on September 29, 2017 by John Biscello

Kindred spirit-play, by voice, a million worn pages– currency of love.

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Kiss

Posted on September 7, 2017 by John Biscello

The gaze, faraway, fastened to a winter moon– snow to lips, a kiss.

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Review of Raking the Dust on Book-Tastings

Posted on November 17, 2016 by John Biscello

Grateful for the appraisal & support, especially since I am seeking a new home for my orphan-child, after my publisher recently closed its doors. “And the award for Best Indie Read So Far goes to…..Raking the Dust by John Biscello. … Continue reading →

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Disclosure

Posted on November 13, 2016 by John Biscello

In perpetual flirtation and basking courtship with Beloved, I, warming to petition and gospel, humbly sign my name, if only to ghost an echo channeling undisclosed remains.

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Arson

Posted on May 27, 2016 by John Biscello

To speak fire these days, to claim desire in a fierce consumptive manner, is no longer a popular notion, no longer in vogue. It is an outworn, outmoded, out-dated form of expression. We know too much, we know too much … Continue reading →

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Feral

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

At risk of possession by fire, how, in the ripe grip of new language, we grow feral along a trackless rim, greening desire.

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