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Tag Archives: postcard
Changing Room
Advertisements for astronauts in fish-net stockings, and you, tobacco-stained fingertips, a scholar of whistling, salacious in the way you used to spit brown juice into the wind, expecting to not get hit— those were the days, I sighed to my … Continue reading
Send to Returner
At the edge of a weathered postcard, the faintest glisten, by which memory holds true and offers proof—There were people, a trip, a sea, clouds, fragile patterns, mist. There was this life, where we dreamed, and so this postcard, this … Continue reading
Weathervane
Umbrella opens at the touch of what’s to come– Bodies rain in sync.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, how bodies rain, John Biscello, passion prevails, postcard, the way we were, umbrella, vintage
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Vintage
Lovers reign by kiss, sealing vintage in time-lock– Fated, no recourse.
Wish You Were Here
Send us postcards from your loneliest places, your fault-lines and secret rivets, send us words and we promise not to burn them, we promise that something of the ineffable will stick, as if a lasting thorn in God’s bruised paw.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged God, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry, postcard, wish you were here
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New York, New York
The skyscraper quartet of ladies peaking eyecandy to airshow, arches a vintage and puckered valentine to a city in love with its meteoric rise and call.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ballerinas, John Biscello, manhattan, New York, new york in the 20s, photograph, poem, Poetry, postcard, skyscraper, vintage
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