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Tag Archives: river
Rites
From the series, Japan Poems Down by the river, a boy and his grandfather– Soft grass grows through stone.
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Tagged boy, family, grandfather, grass, haiku, japan, niigata, poem, river, shinano river, stone
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Berth
From the series, Japan Poems. Repose commingled with distance is the dreamer’s stillest means to cargoless departure.
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Tagged dreamers, farmers, japan, niigata, park, Poetry, portrait, river, still life
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Nightwalk
From the series, Japan Poems. At night, the high-rise with the lighted siege of multi-colored eyes, grows stumpy legs and projects out of the earth to wander freely, without conviction or purpose. No one, not even the people living inside … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged chestnut river, dreaming, high rise, japan, nightscape, niigata, poem, river, wonderwalk
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Two
From the series, Japan Poems. Side by side, farmers reigning symmetry in repose– The sky, blue to the taste, with chalky traces of cloud powdering the empty course– Images of the floating world persist in material means and long takes … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged farmers, images of the floating world, japan, niigata, Poetry, river, toyanogaata park, travel
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Rio Grande Serenade
Got to contribute, as a writer, to this wonderful, New Mexico-based film project, honoring and celebrating the Rio Grande River. Rio Grande Serenade is being released as a docu-series, with the first episode focused on “River Guides.” Produced by Taos-UNM … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Press, Prose, Video
Tagged documentary, film, New Mexico, rio grande river, rio grande serenade, river, river runs through it, Taos, unm-taos
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Symmetry
It is the filigreed static, and effluvient roar of the water nymphs choral concert, which numinously orders the light and stones to conspire, and function as delegates of symmetry.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged filigree, flow, John Biscello, Light, music, nature, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, rio grande, river, roar, stones, symmetry, water nymphs
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Furls
Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.
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Tagged angel, burning, fire, glass, hands, Heaven, John Biscello, Light, love, poem, river, sound, white fire
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Drum
Drum over me God, I am water under the bridge, threaded with silk and sewn with bones flowing, undammed, into the percussive folds of a liquid body, my name and past ceded to babbles of foam upon a colossal, quivering … Continue reading
Nocturne
By intent of wraith, shadow capes fullest fathoms– Sentenced to dreaming.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged black, Blue, dreams, haiku, impressionistic, james macneill whistler, John Biscello, moody, nocturne, painting, poem, Poetry, river
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Tow
Grief, its memory a river bound to a course inveighing a volatile tow.
John Biscello 