Tag Archives: Poetry

Edge-point

Posted on March 22, 2020 by John Biscello

Sometimes, you’ve got to stand at the liminal edge, equal parts trespass and yield, your entire life a fragile ceremony of plunge and arc, respiring within spells of wonder.

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Visitation Rites

Posted on March 21, 2020 by John Biscello

Above all else, (she told me, her smile a glowing sickle) dignity and grace, for each and every soul on this planet, no one above, no one below, and everything I mean everything you truly need to know you’ve already … Continue reading →

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Processing Claims

Posted on March 20, 2020 by John Biscello

Note to metamorphosizing self: every cocoon quivers and trembles, every process of change brings with it a new set of keys, and claims, every slumber implicitly contains the charge of wakefulness, and every grief minnows within a sea of holy … Continue reading →

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Know What I Mean?

Posted on March 16, 2020 by John Biscello

“I don’t know” might be the three most powerful and talismanic words after: “I love you.” They are some of the truest finest words, though they often get a bad rap, or are maligned as weak, ineffectual, lacking in the … Continue reading →

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Touch

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

On the day that grace re-entered the atmosphere, there was a hush, a sentient quilt of true silence, that covered the pooling plague of static which had made for ill communication, and everyone feelized deeply the limitless scope and range … Continue reading →

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We Could Be Heroes

Posted on March 15, 2020 by John Biscello

This Just In: times of duress and crisis need heroes, super or otherwise. Find the one that lives inside you, give her a name, give him a persona or crafted style to claim. And if you feel that you are … Continue reading →

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Sunspots

Posted on February 27, 2020 by John Biscello

Did you catch that latent glimmer out of the corner of your eye, that fugitive spark? Sometimes, a piece of the sun longs to mate with a certain quality of air in such a way that a marvelous and undimming … Continue reading →

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Middle School

Posted on February 26, 2020 by John Biscello

Sssssh! You can’t tell yourself, but you have a crush on God. Between classes, in the hallway, you see her leaning obliquely against the edge of a wall, books shadowed in the crook of her arm. Your eyes track her … Continue reading →

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered

Posted on February 25, 2020 by John Biscello

You can, if you wish, file a million and one embittered complaints to the Universe, but none will bring the strange and mysterious results that a single shred of glimmering gratitude can, its kiss the tenderest seal upon symmetry’s origins.

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Between Despair and Hope: A Song

Posted on February 24, 2020 by John Biscello

Unnamed, deep, dark, the immaculate root-base from which the muted call to home signals an exile’s longing to claim merger, absolute.

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