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Kuan Yin’s Promise

Posted on April 25, 2019 by John Biscello

I can only offer you this. Do not worry. Always the river of ight runs inward narrowing to an unspecified nexus, a glimmering placeless speck that holds silence tenable and golden, its spate of volumes your means to equity in … Continue reading →

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Golden Means

Posted on April 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Love, in its mating pitch to molecules, amounts to a sort of glyphic jazz or totemic bebop, upon which cherish patterns its founting signature.   (Artwork by Gustav Klimt)

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What Comes to Pass

Posted on April 19, 2019 by John Biscello

Agony, a skinned aesthetic drawn from the ash and resin of martyrs cast to perish and runes.   (Artwork by Guy Denning, inspired by the 1928 film, The Passion of Joan of Arc)

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Hearing Aid

Posted on April 19, 2019 by John Biscello

The graffitied veins of the cosmos bleed a ruptured interplay of so much noiseless static in God’s ears drumming to shape wonder.   (Artwork by Jackson Pollock)

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Ballads are Forever

Posted on April 19, 2019 by John Biscello

Moonsongs cry their own rivers through the cloudmade mouths of babes in woods at night when all the livelong world is a lush ballad awash in the whirling flakes of broken hearts slivered with mercy and there is always room … Continue reading →

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Outsourcing

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello

The woman, smiling, gave her man one more reason to feel endangered.

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Dinner Date from Hell

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello

They take, and they don’t take lightly– Vicious cycles sometimes have faces with barren eyes and aphid bellies full of insatiable desire– Consider the state of your soul’s diet, and exorcise regularly.

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Gray Matter

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello

While waiting for the bus that stopped running many years ago the empty bench dreamed of a world where people still had time to sit and drift along in reveries that led nowhere slowly.

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Patterning

Posted on April 18, 2019 by John Biscello

Strains of lunacy, befalling poets and clowns– Homesick for the moon.   (Artwork by Cezanne)

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Georgia

Posted on April 17, 2019 by John Biscello

It was exact, and inflamed, her relationship to the line, to the geometry of tension and its stringent brood– Craft demands the utmost attention, which she paid, by subjecting the veins of petals and moon-eaten skulls to the edges of … Continue reading →

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