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Tag Archives: poem
Diane Arbus
The camera, doesn’t revolt upon you, per se, but its mirror, when reversed, convicts an image which forges your name, if not your identity. (Photo by Allan Arbus)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged allan arbus, close-up, craft, diane arbus, face, identity, image, John Biscello, photo, poem, Poetry
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Soft Focus
After the fall, and subsequent radiant slumber, the child awoke to find the new world awash in lullaby, and dream-soft slips of focus. (Photo by Heather Ross)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged child, dream, focus, heather ross, John Biscello, lake, new world, photo, poem, Poetry, slumber, vision
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Scarecrow
Sometimes, the inner life of the Scarecrow is modeled on a park bench, where a glyphic repose of crowblack trees levels his brood to mortal dismay in a wizardless world. (Photo by Diane Arbus)
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Tagged despair, diane arbus, dismay, forlorn, John Biscello, park bench, photo, poem, scarecrow, trees, wizard
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Fairy Tale
It is the other stepsister, the disinherited one, known only as The Vamp, who played dark foil to Cinderella’s happiness, when she seduced and blackmailed the Prince, ignited a calculated run of scandals, and forced Cinderella to yield the glass … Continue reading
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Tagged alfred steiglitz, cinderella, dark, fairy tale, foot, John Biscello, poem, shoe, slipper, stepsister, vamp
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Poolside
The water listened to the girl disappear and hissed. It was a warning that no one should try and follow her, every last fragment now belonged to incalculable depths. She was safe from trespass and further fracturing. (Photo … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged depths, escape, girl, haunt, John Biscello, Ophelia, poem, poolside, sketch, story, water
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Sublime
The mouth, birthing a migrant kiss, begs gravity’s pardon in raising lips to a sublime arc.
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Tagged arc, gravity, impossible, John Biscello, kiss, longing, mouth, passion, poem, Poetry, romance
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Indelible
To ebb, the startling clarity of a stolen kiss sentenced to null and ghost, to lips indelibly parted then closed.
Enclosure
Sometimes, it is just a marginal thatch of shadow slivering a cheek, or the rounded vowel of dimple puckering brazenly a bare knee, or the laser surgery performed on my small, fearful history, by a stray, smoldering gaze, it could … Continue reading
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Tagged distance, enclosure, intimacy, John Biscello, kiss, knees, longing, passion, poem, Poetry, shadow, yearning
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Soma
It is, at winter’s finite edge, that we glean the bent, palsied bloom, somatic in its turn toward Spring’s inevitable host.
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Tagged Beauty, bloom, flower, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, seasons, soma, somatic, spirit, spring, Winter
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Gauge
If, in words I found you wanting, lean to perish, would silence bestow a second, surer opinion?
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Tagged communication, exchange, gauge, John Biscello, language, poem, Poetry, relationship, silence, words
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