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Apple

Posted on May 30, 2019 by John Biscello

The apple doesn’t beg to be loved, it keeps still, appling to the utmost, as rain and sunlight seep into the gravity of its core.   (Photo by Josef Sudek)

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Typeface

Posted on May 30, 2019 by John Biscello

This machine kills the seeds of fascism by establishing ritualized patterns of beauty and delicate order, its lines level the playing field with utmost mercy and precision– Hurry Now, Act Quickly, and type your heart out, and we’ll throw in … Continue reading →

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Dominion

Posted on May 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Living becomes a habit, a surging one that’s hard to break. But death, its sworn mate with the notorious reputation, always lurks beneath, a husking catalyst bent on dreamless repose, and the pooling of changes to seed the furtherance of … Continue reading →

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Summer’s Last Song

Posted on May 30, 2019 by John Biscello

How very closely a pose of triumph mimics grounding, before flight.

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The Looking Glass

Posted on May 26, 2019 by John Biscello

It was how we decided to see ourselves, tailored to a fit of original distortion, which, over time, would be clarified to a point of unimaginable error and distraction.   (First ever TV image, 1926)

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Rending on High

Posted on May 24, 2019 by John Biscello

The angel is not nice, nor sweet as pie in the sky or Disneyified to package the ecstasy as something more benignly palatable, no, the angel is radically explicit, unfiltered, and true to its cause, exacting the swiftest deepest means … Continue reading →

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Ryokan Was Here

Posted on May 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Is it lonely, hmmm? Single tree fondled by the moist fingers of mist.    

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The Source

Posted on May 12, 2019 by John Biscello

Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters and sons; they go, infused with … Continue reading →

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Ray Bradbury Presents…

Posted on May 6, 2019 by John Biscello

Time and again inventing wings on the way down and in Ray lived according to Imagination’s standard and grinned while risking it all on the first and last word.

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Radiance Do Dance

Posted on May 6, 2019 by John Biscello

Sometimes it is a breakaway of color, a kaleidoscopic spray and rupture that does the trick in convincing the light to warm your veins and stay a little while longer.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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