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Sylvia Plath

Posted on November 29, 2022 by John Biscello
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In the Beginning

Posted on November 24, 2022 by John Biscello
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Fall

Posted on October 24, 2022 by John Biscello

In autumn’s brisk grief, leaves flashing briefest raptures to seed elegies.

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Vagrant

Posted on October 23, 2022 by John Biscello

Near to the bone warming and wildly grazing in solitude not lonely but rather alone in the company of words stories voices enabling vagrancy within most cherished intimacies rooting me home.

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Pasture

Posted on October 23, 2022 by John Biscello

Near to the bone wildly grazing in solitude not lonely but rather alone in the company of words stories voices enabling my vagrancy in rooting me home.

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Dipper

Posted on October 23, 2022 by John Biscello

Solitude warming in the company of words– Shorthand for spooning.

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Domain

Posted on October 12, 2022 by John Biscello

Make the small your domain. Your belfry for lost hours. Within the small words gather to tremble to sublimate to keep solitude company. Also they become cinema in which you are watching words gather to keep solitude company that being … Continue reading →

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Calling

Posted on October 11, 2022 by John Biscello

In not so many words I found my wanting voice calling out to you almost. It was going to say things about blues and greens I think in relation to the sea in relation to your eyes. I might’ve gone … Continue reading →

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Children of the Moon

Posted on October 11, 2022 by John Biscello

We the motherless fatherless children of the moon wake up dreamless weeping. This is why we seek the all dreaming. The all dreaming is more feeling than place. Sometimes not always but sometimes we are chased by the fates. The … Continue reading →

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Apocalypse Now and Again

Posted on October 10, 2022 by John Biscello

Everything always going on. People worry about everything not going on but what they’re really saying beneath the waves what they’re really saying and worrying about is them not going on. Everything going on and them not. I not continuing. … Continue reading →

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