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Tag Archives: Poetry
Alice Through the Looking Glass
Drizzle-matted canvas of glass, static layers of form assimilating harmony– Alice, sublimely mute, matches gravity to prayer in refining the lost art of sadness.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged alice, contemplation, drizzle, John Biscello, Poetry, rain, through the looking glass, window
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Fallout
The Rorschach pulse of ink in the ruptured veins of cityscape– angels, disguised as fallout, move unnoticed through an inherited smear campaign.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged angels, chinese ink, Chua ek Kay, ink, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, singapore
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Boy
At the time he didn’t know it, but stalking the radiant specter of morninglight as he sprinted down a cobbled alley, he left part of himself behind in a jigsaw piece of puddle that later, years later, he would reflect … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged boy, boyhood, Bresson, french, John Biscello, Literary, photograph, Poetry, youth
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Next?
A dancer’s sad dream– flight, short-lived, returning to earth, sharp teeth.
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Tagged art, ballet, dance, dream, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry
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Obscene not Herded
Destiny, the morningstar, hikes her dress up high and pisses a saberlike stream of light, honeyed pixels outsourcing guidance.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cosmos, destiny, guidance, inspiration, John Biscello, Light, morningstar, poem, Poetry
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Naming Desire
Whoever I am, I have always depended on the kindness of words— such strange company these solitary verses.
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Tagged blanche dubois, John Biscello, kindness, poem, Poetry, words, writing
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Bedsores
In the permanent flophouse Love reigns supreme— A tried and torn migrant ready to drop from chronic fatigue
Posted in Poetry
Tagged chronic fatigue, flophouse, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry
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i for an I
Dear Letters of the Alphabet, We regret to inform you of the untimely death of one of your brethren, lowercase i. Gone missing a while back, we were hoping for its return to its rightful place in the alphabet, but … Continue reading
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Tagged alphabet, I, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, pronoun, Us
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How-To Manual
Hands reach, instinctively, because they understand what the mind’s fixed gears are sometimes too tight or slow to grasp: the necessity of shrinking distance through first contact, the dream-life of prayers.
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Tagged compassion, hands, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry, prayer
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Film Treatment
God in the small details, the Devil in the abstract— in between, Us, the stuff stars are made from, on the cutting room floor.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, devil, God, humans, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, Stars
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