Tag Archives: Poetry

Jean Rhys at Twilight

Posted on March 21, 2018 by John Biscello

Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading →

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Girl, Chair

Posted on March 20, 2018 by John Biscello

The girl in the chair is no longer the girl in the chair, she is neither here nor there, she is always and forget-me-not, soul-spray and glacial uproar causing a siege, she is the spidery patterns of her exploded heart, … Continue reading →

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Beginning Now

Posted on March 15, 2018 by John Biscello

Craft. Tactile homage, and respect to craft, its inviolable depths and integrity, to approach craft as you would a fertile god, to practice, radically, at its altar, to consecrate with marked intent, and to know in your heart’s heart that … Continue reading →

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Lash

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

The scarring gleam, to produce penitent beads of sorrow, through a lashed eye, darkly.   (Photo by Man Ray)  

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Closer

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

You said you knew me, but really, what did you know? Closer, I dare you.   (Photo by Man Ray)    

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Footsteps

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Every last kiss, a rupture in her psyche– Unsteady walk home.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)    

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Noveltease

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Tuesday afternoon, blowing off work to find his lover, in bed, fondling Madame Bovary’s text under the covers, literary flint and tease sparking his novel request–May I read between your legs?   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Whirl

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Whirling, to net wind, Nature, ordained to coerce, gives breath to poems.   (Photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Wither

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

From morning to noon, the roses gathered to grieve the loss of their bloom.   (Photo by David John Lotto)

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Bulbs

Posted on March 9, 2018 by John Biscello

Incandescence, how bulbs aspire to fragrant gospel.    

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