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Roots

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Some launches do not require propulsion but rather firm solid rootedness to this floating world.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Exult

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

At the pinnacle, hallelujah knows no bounds– To exult, boldly.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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No Runway Required

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

How come no one ever asks, What are you metaphysically wearing right now? Are you basking in translucent skivvies, rocking spangled self-awareness, dream-dropping golden drawers and grace-lace in multi-storied tatters, are you so flagrantly naked right now, candle-wax-drip in a … Continue reading →

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Nymphlight

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Uprooted, prevailing agony folds the pagan nymph  to a distant within; her position, untenantable, will alter according to blood-new spates of reign, coursing undisclosed seasons.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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Fate

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Patience, ennobled, paused on the cusp of fate — Death waits in the wings.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)  

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Turn

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Nowhere else to turn, restless child seeking lighted way, shadows hold court, monopolizing space and time.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Weight

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

It gets cold out there, the weight of shadows pressing on her lonely heart.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Tryst

Posted on March 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Kiss me one last time, a Trinity collapsed– blown smoke and mirrors.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Wonder

Posted on March 6, 2018 by John Biscello

She wonders, nightly, nothing specific, just stray thoughts leaking old dreams.   (Photo by Brassai)

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Quartet

Posted on March 6, 2018 by John Biscello

On this side of the mirror, it begins with a light, courtesy kindling promise, yet on the other side, the smoke is already mood-thick and rising, suggesting second lives engaged in the slow burn of mutual arson.   (Photo by … Continue reading →

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