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Beach

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Life, give us a break, Love, the loafer’s paradise, childlike in its reign.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Footsteps

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Every last kiss, a rupture in her psyche– Unsteady walk home.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)    

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Noveltease

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Tuesday afternoon, blowing off work to find his lover, in bed, fondling Madame Bovary’s text under the covers, literary flint and tease sparking his novel request–May I read between your legs?   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Whirl

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Whirling, to net wind, Nature, ordained to coerce, gives breath to poems.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Wither

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

From morning to noon, the roses gathered to grieve the loss of their bloom.   (Photo by David John Lotto)

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Bulbs

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Incandescence, how bulbs aspire to fragrant gospel.    

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Road

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Waiting, still, waiting, the unbearable lightness of life between homes.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Albert Camus

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Stranger to near self, he tracked existential crumbs to a chance verdict.   (Photo of Albert Camus by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Ghost Dance

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Thinning of the veils, ghost engaging girl to dance– No partner needed. (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Near

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

So near to this thing, this love, chastened, on shore’s edge– Forever, dear, yes.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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