Tag Archives: Poetry

The Meaning of the Mob

Posted on June 1, 2020 by John Biscello

(I wrote this piece, “The Meaning of the Mob,” over a decade ago, but felt moved to share, because words bridging action matter.) The Meaning of the Mob. I say, the Mob, meaning the Definitely Uncertain, Fixed—a liberal form of … Continue reading →

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Declaration Rites

Posted on May 31, 2020 by John Biscello

When a nation becomes a paid advertisement for itself founding fathers turn over in their graves which they share with the ghosts of slaves whose chains they inherited on karmic loan.

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A Love Supreme 2020

Posted on May 30, 2020 by John Biscello

It is, here and now, a marvelous free bounty and blessed inheritance, this world of breath, our most vital resource and best friend, master to our disciple, and how clear must it become for us to not only see but … Continue reading →

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Taos Journal of Poetry and Art

Posted on April 30, 2020 by John Biscello

I am honored to have two of my poems–“Anne Sexton” and “Sylvia Plath”–included in Issue #12 of the Taos Journal of Poetry and Art, which is now live. From the Mission Statement, by editor Robin Shawver: “This spring 2020, the world … Continue reading →

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Legend

Posted on April 23, 2020 by John Biscello

Metamorphosis makes demands on us all, and imposes its necessary will, but love, rooted in omnipresence, is not subject to change. It is a legend, limitless in freight and scope, and famous for its radiant center.

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Icy Hot

Posted on April 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Between worlds, vying for merger, the reigning glacial celibacy of stars, and the marvelous frisson of pure mortal throb— Where you are not, find your ghost’s bluest breath of want upon a mirrored caste of longing.

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Sheer

Posted on April 19, 2020 by John Biscello

By course of sheerness, our fragilest bits exposed– How the light gets in.

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Cathedral

Posted on April 18, 2020 by John Biscello

From the absolute hovel of unlettered ruins, a crabby shard, reflecting a tasseled badge of moonlight— this, the modest origins to ceremony and marvel, as she built an outlaw cathedral of self, in which she dwelled and worshipped, vagrantly hospitable … Continue reading →

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Music

Posted on April 16, 2020 by John Biscello

To the call of light, Music, unending, beckons you to harmonize.

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Virtuoso

Posted on April 16, 2020 by John Biscello

Virtuoso, by turns, this dazzling concert of light, golden, sounded, the pooling reserve of free jazz, ordered to measureless standards, rounding into sublime.

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