Tag Archives: Poetry

Touch

Posted on July 20, 2017 by John Biscello

It is the quiet history of touch, tendered through years of symmetry and fable, a radiant pulsing in the spaces between fingers, holy derived, charging us to mercy and enclosure.

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What Remains?

Posted on July 18, 2017 by John Biscello

If I were to go tomorrow, and by go I mean no more spells of wonder, or lines leveling a manic fate, no more ancient fireflies like safety pins fastening us to thin, thin dreams, all our hollow and chaste … Continue reading →

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Thursday’s Child

Posted on July 15, 2017 by John Biscello

Wrapped snugly in a blanket of godlight, Thursday’s child indwells the symmetry of tigers burning bright to leave tracks on empty.  

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Arc

Posted on July 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Starstruck, and wrestling within mortal coils, God’s lucid fame overshadows the cast of our solitary arc.

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Proof

Posted on July 9, 2017 by John Biscello

With the grave mortal nearness that only distance can bring, we enter the bruised, secret heart of our childhood, a stalker’s negative proof, slow-burned to exposure and fade.

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Torch

Posted on July 9, 2017 by John Biscello

How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.

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Scripture

Posted on July 9, 2017 by John Biscello

To be swallowed, wordless, as the worst you always feared turns lighted proof into lasting scripture.

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Second-Hand

Posted on July 7, 2017 by John Biscello

We, as time-worn saboteurs, engage the history of scabs and locks, resetting old wounds to the hands of a busted clock.

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Wish You Were Here

Posted on July 6, 2017 by John Biscello

Send us postcards from your loneliest places, your fault-lines and secret rivets, send us words and we promise not to burn them, we promise that something of the ineffable will stick, as if a lasting thorn in God’s bruised paw.

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Pledge

Posted on July 6, 2017 by John Biscello

It is like stalking thin, haunted air, and forever coming up empty, she, the dark lady, a shallow fret, the one who will surely bring you to grief. This you knew, and craved, as soon as you laid eyes on … Continue reading →

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