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Tag Archives: Poetry
God’s Word Against Mine
And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged artist, creative, creator, God, Goddess, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rebirth, spirit, woman
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Endanger
Savior, how we endanger mirrors without further reflection.
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Tagged John Biscello, poem, Poetry, reflection, savior, spirit, spirtuality
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Dietrich in Heaven
In honor of Marlene Dietrich’s birthday (December 27th), my poem “Dietrich in Heaven.” Listen to the spoken word/music track here. Today I went to Heaven, just for a brief visit. It was a nice joint: tangerine-fleeced runways, and tufts of flamingo-pink … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Poetry, Press, Uncategorized
Tagged Audio, birthday, femme fatale, golden age, hollywood, John Biscello, Marlene Dietrich, poem, Poetry, silver screen, siren, Spoken Word, tribute, vamp
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Praise
Quite simply, the curlicue flake of snow kisses the child’s lashes, and winter’s slow hidden pink marvels in its own tender praises.
Sacrifice
It is strange, and indelibly touching, how a sacrifice to the winter gods and summertime sadness co-exist as one and the same thing.
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Tagged fall, grace, John Biscello, Lana Del Rey, music, poem, Poetry, rebirth, sacrifice, summertime, summertime sadness, Video, Winter
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Endear
Sometimes a word scratched in dark ink onto a page is the loneliest sound in the universe, and yet, what beautiful solitary company these verses endeared to mortal failings.
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Tagged Beauty, dream, endear, heart, John Biscello, loneliness, love, poem, Poetry, sadness, writing
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Solstice
On the day the Trickster died in vain Winter set in to consecrate its crucifix and initiate the changing of seasons.
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Tagged coyote, death, fence, God, John Biscello, nature, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, snow, Taos, Trickster, Winter
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2-Sentence Horror Story
Will you marry me, and promise to be mine forever and ever? Yes, she agreed, one foot in the grave, the other scraping forward.
Unfinished
There is an epitaph marking the life we have lived from the ones we have not. This is where I begin to separate the words from their cause, running on, unfinished, end to start.
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Tagged dream, epitaph, John Biscello, Literary, pages, photo, poems, Poetry, rebirth, soul, words
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Corset
In a vain attempt, she corseted herself in green wind and cellophane, votive to a thin whip of air. As she lay there, colors emptying to gray, before the round voices and fast hands came, she fell in and saw … Continue reading
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