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Icy Hot

Posted on October 26, 2020 by John Biscello

Between worlds, vying for merger, the reigning glacial celibacy of stars, and the marvelous frisson of pure mortal throb— Where you are not, find your ghost’s bluest breath of want upon a mirrored caste of longing.

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Firsting Impression

Posted on October 25, 2020 by John Biscello

It happens fast, this life— the first trembling chapter of an impending sneeze, the half-slitted stutter of a lid’s ambition to wink— We are, timewise, less than these things in the gaugeless cosmic scheme. And yet beyond these words, and … Continue reading →

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Calling

Posted on October 22, 2020 by John Biscello

Beyond the slimmest margins, a paling, a cooling, where you can assume the role of engaged witness and translate intimacy into a remembered calling, a friend without want or ceiling.

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Brave New World

Posted on October 20, 2020 by John Biscello

We are the keepers of the sacred fire, the shapeshifters and purveyors of starstuff undivided, We, tending to flocks of light and clouds, understand that, come rain or come shine, the founting marvels from God’s lips, and breadth, are a … Continue reading →

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Fred and Ginger’s Step-children

Posted on December 20, 2018 by John Biscello

There is a stunning and original reciprocity that takes place when two people are moved to dance while holding hands with only air beneath their feet.

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Fourteenth Night

Posted on July 29, 2018 by John Biscello

When the gospel bites at your bones your skeleton dances the charged, hidden keys, and if music be the flood of soul, play on, as if dawn’s banquet were a set course.  

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