Tag Archives: Poetry

Thrall

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

In tenderest thrall to the near side of dreaming— Means to endlessness.

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This Side of Dreaming

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

It became abundantly clear— we needed visionaries, to marvel dumbly, in bated thrall to wonder’s wheeling gist.

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Walkabout

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

Do not be afraid, the golden freight of trespass reigns in your footsteps.

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Thin Air

Posted on April 14, 2020 by John Biscello

As the plot thickens, Mystery sires its own call, thinning to wonder.

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The Silence

Posted on April 13, 2020 by John Biscello

My friend who lives in the woods told me there’s a silence there he’s never heard before. Said he’s lived in the woods for nearly twenty years and while he’s heard plenty of quiet, volumes and volumes of quiet, the … Continue reading →

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Into the Mystic

Posted on April 12, 2020 by John Biscello

I became a bird, just for a little while. It wasn’t sorcery, it was need, a whirling imperative from or into the unknown, or perhaps the broken skin of a bared dream. I became a bird and flew up to … Continue reading →

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You Say You Want a Revolution

Posted on April 12, 2020 by John Biscello

The secret to becoming a true revolutionary, lay yourself out upon the world’s limitless altar of secrets, and praise the hidden roots of everything you encounter daily, heart bared as proof of light’s need to air.

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Enigma

Posted on April 12, 2020 by John Biscello

How to live patiently, in praise of mysterious drift, the questions burning dark in your heart, stolen keys fitted to foreign locks; you, spy and thief to your own drama, holding shadows to high standards, must abide with fierce intent, … Continue reading →