I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. Before initiating a battle, or an … Continue reading
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Spiritual keys? Horses circling Childhood’s glee to enter heaven.
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Tagged carousel, childhood, festival, haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, play, poem, Poetry, spirit, sunlight, Taos, tio vivo
Ready or not, here I come. I can still hear my voice, calling out, a bright echo in an archival loop. Hide and seek was a game we used to play all the time. At my … Continue reading