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Tag Archives: rain
Partitions
It has been called this mortal longing and we have all hailed there all ached there swearing. Between lisping partitions of rain we seek phantom threads blue gray promising to guide us down unmarked roads to deepening distances. Seeking being … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Brassai, longing, photography, Poetry, Prose, rain, words
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Fade
It has been called this mortal longing and we have all hailed there all ached there swearing. Between lisping partitions of rain we seek phantom threads blue gray promising to guide us down unmarked roads to deepening distances. Seeking being … Continue reading
Sphinx
The broken pulsing fingers of rain, cloning time, tap spates of symmetry against my window— This, both cause and effect, upon the glassy passage of hours, dwindling, singing, undeciphered.
Rainy Day Woman
When Lucy left the café, I saw her open her umbrella before stepping out into the rain. Her umbrella was red. Her long wool coat was black. These colors, as harmony, stitched together by the rain, echoed within me for … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Prose
Tagged colors, excerpt, lust, no one dreams in color, novel, obsession, rain, rainy woman
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This Dreamed Life
Remember me to the ease of light, its pause and passage, we are not long for this earth, which swallows us, and our lovetagged bones, as a matter of natural course and radical recomposition, all the gifts, and hopes unwound … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry
Tagged beauty and sadness, devotional, josef sudek, Last roses, poem, rain, window
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Losing my Religion
Religion of rain, I prayed to get wet, and then entered her slowly.
How the Heart Rains
My heart, as a fool forever in love with love’s mercurial climate, does not beg for static coverage, or seasons to stop voicing their natural patterns, yet my heart, childlike in its prehistory, sometimes strives to alchemize the weather, to … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged fool, heart, John Biscello, love, rain, soul, spirit, weather
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Glisten
It is hard to believe, but after years and years of clawing with bitten nails, and digging with torn palms, in the heart of a stone she found the babybluest wisps of cloud, soft nimbus music, to which she tendered … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dedication, gospel, John Biscello, love, poem, rain, rebirth, self, tribute
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N.
Sssshhh, gently now, gently, Love, the slippered guest, the tender trespasser, enters the house of wet leaves, softly, finger pressed to asking lips, no more questions, just this: the sound of rain, pealing, to bless storied thirst.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dedication, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, rain, slippers, ssshhh, story, tender, whisper
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