Tag Archives: Poetry

Ravels

Posted on September 7, 2020 by John Biscello

At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.

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Shed

Posted on September 3, 2020 by John Biscello

It is never in your best interest to fashion yourself in a corset of old dead skin; shed, as a sibilant directive, breathes ceremony into the places where you ache, to die, and begin again.

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Everybody’s Got One

Posted on September 2, 2020 by John Biscello

I was once asked to create a safe happy place to which I could go during times of distress and turbulence, and there it was, as it had always been– a wooden bench set under a streetlamp in a park … Continue reading →

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The Greatest Job on Earth

Posted on August 31, 2020 by John Biscello

So much depends upon a red spiral notebook opened to a blank page, beside a pen’s barest volition to longing, within silence’s meted reign.

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Twilight Room of One’s Own

Posted on August 19, 2020 by John Biscello

THE LAST FURIES In this lyrical and speculative mosaic novel, enter the fractured worlds of an actress, playwright, and immortal poet, whose legend and influence create an energetic web, equal parts love triangle and haunted house of mirrors. At the … Continue reading →

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Childhood’s Wake

Posted on July 11, 2020 by John Biscello

Posted in Audio, Poetry, Uncategorized, Video | Tagged childhood's edge, dreamscaping, John Biscello, metamorphosis, no holds bard, Poetry, renaissance, Spoken Word | Leave a comment

Into the Mystic

Posted on July 9, 2020 by John Biscello

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Rainbow Connection 2020

Posted on July 6, 2020 by John Biscello

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Rising

Posted on June 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Dreams, undeferred, coupled with Hope, that thing unfettered, to keep us company and warm our solitude, as we stumble bravely through a long night’s journey into the bated gospel of days rising to claim us.

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Floodlights

Posted on June 7, 2020 by John Biscello

We are the keepers of the sacred fire, the shapeshifters and purveyors of starstuff undivided, We, tending to flocks of light and clouds, understand that, come rain or come shine, the founting marvels from God’s lips, and breadth, are a … Continue reading →

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