Tag Archives: Poetry

Cinema

Posted on November 22, 2016 by John Biscello

When rooted squarely in the flickering center of your life as a mysterious cinematic expedition, duly resigned to the happy burning of chapters and missives, it is there and then that fascination, like a dimestore Virgil, takes curious hold, enacting … Continue reading →

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Wraith

Posted on November 17, 2016 by John Biscello

In a brief lighted instance, a rending flicker, he measured and recalled, a rumpled and well-worn patch of dark velvet, sun-warmed, and touching the skin of teeth to Memory, he grieved her, fashioning haunt from thin fabled air.

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Disclosure

Posted on November 13, 2016 by John Biscello

In perpetual flirtation and basking courtship with Beloved, I, warming to petition and gospel, humbly sign my name, if only to ghost an echo channeling undisclosed remains.

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Symmetry

Posted on November 8, 2016 by John Biscello

It is only when you learn how to tango like a crab along the sea’s mirrored edge, that language, as master to its own silence, hastens words to dance with the symmetry of intent.

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Rose in Winter

Posted on November 7, 2016 by John Biscello

Inherent is this basking fragility which announces the wild rose, bending devoutly to kiss the earth, as shadow to first love, mighty in its lasting yearn and abandon.

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Fort

Posted on November 6, 2016 by John Biscello

It has become my last refuge, a solitary outpost upon which the broken bit of sun seared into my palm, mirroring stigmata, has given my name as refutable evidence and signature.

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Unbound

Posted on November 4, 2016 by John Biscello

Dancing on the lighted rim of fasting hours, cased within this borrowed corpse, savvy and perishable, and rigged to fade, I bless my ghost, in advance, as it cedes to claim a future plot without my name to bind its … Continue reading →

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Claim

Posted on October 25, 2016 by John Biscello

She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief, inverting the symmetry of arc.

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Pop Culture

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

It is a little known fact that the year in which the plague was invented was the same year in which Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature. When pressed for comment on either the plague or his groundbreaking … Continue reading →

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Faust

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

In what historically qualified as the first Cubist new wave work of cinema, we now see that three heads plunged into an anus, while six fingers and a carpenter’s bruised thumb strummed a pot-bellied mandolin was, deconstructively, the only way … Continue reading →

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