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Seeds

Posted on January 6, 2020 by John Biscello

The other day I met a monk who juggled watermelon seeds with his tongue. When I asked him how he did it, he spit the seeds at me, a staccato stream of seed-bullets as if the monk were no monk … Continue reading →

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Traveling Light

Posted on January 5, 2020 by John Biscello

To respire, simply, a softly submissive carrier of pulsing rhythms that billow and contract and seed the breadth of the cosmos with music undending, this, effortless spread and spirit of mapless wayfaring, is the true adventure that undertakes and claims … Continue reading →

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A Golden Piece

Posted on December 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Because “yes” and “thank you” are the profoundest of blessings, and gratitude the golden key.

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Page-Turner

Posted on December 31, 2019 by John Biscello

No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.

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Jean Rhys

Posted on November 25, 2019 by John Biscello

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock,and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs of … Continue reading →

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Henry Miller

Posted on November 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spraypaint their chains rainbow siege and dance a jig like a peacock on fire, and when someone asks Isn’t it hard to dance around with … Continue reading →

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Tatters

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

For many years I asked Grief to wait outside my window, a peripheral guest chancing obscure, fugitive details, and lighted tatters. Have I been a poor host, stranger to my own ghost and remnants?

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Something Blissful This Way Comes

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.

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Census

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Your soul’s country is much bigger than you think. Find every last you there.

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Pathfinder

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.

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