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Unlearned

Posted on January 18, 2018 by John Biscello

We are God’s longing to know herself on intimate, unfettered terms, human to the radiant touch and tenderest basking, infinitely unlearned.  

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Wellspring

Posted on January 10, 2018 by John Biscello

Through the grace of repetition, the writing life grounded in the slow, wistful measures of wellspring’s fortune.

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Peerless

Posted on January 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Fasting on remedial prayers, hunger flinting the strike of peerless light at tunnel’s end.

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Burn

Posted on January 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Slow burn of words on a page, how to listen raptly between intervals of felt silence and tapped nerves.

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Backroads

Posted on January 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.

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Fullness

Posted on January 8, 2018 by John Biscello

When the clean quiet fullness of your heart rises and begins to drown the rabble in your head in white light, within and without become clear matching mirrors.  

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Illuminate

Posted on January 7, 2018 by John Biscello

Illuminated manuscript, The Sun Also Sets, spontaneously authored by the divine hand of light’s play on wall.

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Miracle

Posted on January 5, 2018 by John Biscello

When kissing, we initiated our tongues to slow, deep, fevered tango, wresting the rabid miracle of pink from thin, slitted air.

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Neverland Exposed

Posted on January 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Peter Pan’s Jesus complex turns flights of fancy into guilty pleasures, sacred geometry into zero accountability, stillborn freezes into high, happy fevers, starling charms into martyred alibis, deeply felt distances into shallow runs of intimacy, and yet beneath all the … Continue reading →

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Ashes to Ashes

Posted on January 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Out of the ash-heap, she imagined something new would emerge, but when the wind blew and scattered the ashes to reveal nothing but scorch-marks upon scarred earth, she understood, with a great sense of loss, that form followed function only … Continue reading →

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