Tag Archives: red

Winter

Posted on November 17, 2025 by John Biscello

I say my mother’s grief was white on white … I say this, but this is not true all the time. The colors change. My mother’s grief has been pink, blue, red. Yet, more and more, when I am … Continue reading →

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Portrait in Red

Posted on August 7, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. In the hushed expectant stillness of red, the wall waited for the day it would no longer have to hold the girl back or up, waited patiently for blue to pick up where she left … Continue reading →

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Prelude

Posted on April 10, 2018 by John Biscello

Small, slow kiss, followed by lips mowing soft petals– How to eat a rose.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, John Biscello, kiss, love, mowing, passion, petals, poem, prelude, red, rose, tender | Leave a comment

Red, Black

Posted on March 22, 2018 by John Biscello

To paint a blood-sport, matador, faring no bull– dark, in need of stars. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, black, blood, bull, bullfight, haiku, John Biscello, Mark Rothko, matador, painting, poem, red | Leave a comment

Recoil

Posted on February 28, 2018 by John Biscello

The weddings didn’t come off, for either one. Limbo, reciting their grief, and frozen recoil, held them aloft, sisters annointed by a rogue strain of etheric default. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged brides, ghosts, haunting, John Biscello, linda stojak, painting, poem, Poetry, recoil, red, sisters, white | Leave a comment

Arclight

Posted on December 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed shawls … Continue reading →

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Perish

Posted on November 9, 2017 by John Biscello

Man’s crisis of faith, bailing, fiercely, flames and dearth– How to birth perish.

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Mother, Daughter

Posted on November 9, 2017 by John Biscello

Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a stray … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Artwork, blessing, bond, Cris Qualiana Basham, daughter, devotion, John Biscello, love, mother, mother and daughter, painting, poem, Poetry, red, soul, spirit, touch, woman and child | 2 Comments