Tag Archives: rebirth

Dam

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

She swallows stones, or is made to—what feels like a martyred plunge of boulders. I am, by proxy, crushed. Is this what is meant by god-dam? The circulatory flush of light to dark dammed, and no god gets in … Continue reading →

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Glean

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

It came to me, a pensive glean, a vision. Tomorrowtime when we, the Inners, will no longer just be metaphysical whispers or codified concepts. Tomorrowtime when the Outers will have found the means to extrapolate us, to call us into … Continue reading →

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Golem

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

To become more or less human, and right now I am less, much less, palsied, unlit, a compulsory golem riveting shallows and depths.

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Orphans

Posted on November 6, 2017 by John Biscello

In all the children’s mouths, so many screamless nights amounting to timelocked dreams, adopting a feverish hue and deep freeze all at once, the birth of orphans who wander in fugues, haunting their own lives, seeking blessed reunion with who … Continue reading →

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Bloom

Posted on October 26, 2017 by John Biscello

Flowers pale into this storm but do not fade, to cede, in tune, as grievous winds sculpt a fierce bloom, begging a Garden’s fate.

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Recourse

Posted on October 23, 2017 by John Biscello

To fade, with no recourse, into the annals of unreality is to lose grip on Love’s touch, to raise cinema from warm ashes on a Sunday afternoon in autumn.