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Devotional

Posted on March 20, 2020 by John Biscello

Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading →

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Processing Claims

Posted on March 20, 2020 by John Biscello

Note to metamorphosizing self: every cocoon quivers and trembles, every process of change brings with it a new set of keys, and claims, every slumber implicitly contains the charge of wakefulness, and every grief minnows within a sea of holy … Continue reading →

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The Shrining

Posted on March 16, 2020 by John Biscello

Grace-note to self: Make a malleable shrine out of everything, everything, and trust that reverence is astoundingly radical in what it will include as sacred and profound– there are no limits to this, build malleable shrines, like a child mating … Continue reading →

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Still Life w/ Wonder

Posted on March 16, 2020 by John Biscello

Wherever I am, adrift and wonderwheeling, the lay of dreams, still.

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Pascal’s Dog

Posted on March 16, 2020 by John Biscello

In this room, alone, a calling to intimate true worlds beyond veils.  

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Hand Me a Tissue

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

It became known as the time of the Great Wipe-Out, when, within days, toilet paper grew endangered, and then became extinct, the dodo or passenger pigeon of spool-rolled tissue, and people, with unwiped bums and infant-style rashes, seized up and … Continue reading →

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Touch

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

On the day that grace re-entered the atmosphere, there was a hush, a sentient quilt of true silence, that covered the pooling plague of static which had made for ill communication, and everyone feelized deeply the limitless scope and range … Continue reading →

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We Could Be Heroes

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

This Just In: times of duress and crisis need heroes, super or otherwise. Find the one that lives inside you, give her a name, give him a persona or crafted style to claim. And if you feel that you are … Continue reading →

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This Glowing Yes

Posted on March 2, 2020 by John Biscello

The Fool lay down on his back in the grass and stared at the illuminated cursive pooling of stars in the night-sky and mused— If the entire universe is a functioning example, a play script and concert operating fluidly under … Continue reading →

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The Master and The Fool: An Archer’s Tale

Posted on February 28, 2020 by John Biscello

The accomplished archer, the Master if you will, handed the bow to his initiate, who many referred to as the Fool. The Master pointed at the target, some fifty feet or so away, and instructed the Fool to hit the … Continue reading →

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