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The Brides

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

Winter grows its own brides, penitent, forlorn, pining to wed a warm draft of air, a silking furl of yellow, before systemic freeze slows desire to a limnal peck.   (Image: CocoRosie)

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Stones

Posted on April 7, 2019 by John Biscello

A poem inspired by Yoko Ono’s “Cleaning Piece.” At the carnival I was most intrigued by the stone-swallower. A waifish bronze-skinned lady with dark hair, plaited, and slender fingers. I was rapt, watching the way she carefully arranged the stones … Continue reading →

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Chinaski and Me

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

It came down to this– a bloodlet and a singed tongue, salting seeds of fate.  

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Ray Carver

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Word by stringent word, you gave us breathing lessons– grace near to pauses.    

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Traveling Light

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

The lot of the fool– a fresh bouquet of flowers delivered too late.    

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Buster’s Blues

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

At the fool’s margins, ceremony gives due pause for a life well-worn.  

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Breeze

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Modeling a breeze, exultancy became her, wave by breaking wave.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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First Course

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Awakened, by the sound of light, revelations began feeding her from roots down to sky.   (Photo by Anne Brigman)

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As Modeled by Bjork

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Hands, the conduits through which dignity raptures the movement of prayers.

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The Passion of Joan

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upper lip into a totem, before Louise Brooks and Josephine … Continue reading →

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