Tag Archives: spirit

Peony

Posted on July 12, 2018 by John Biscello

The peony came at exactly the right time– The garden smiled, blushed.    

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Ceremony

Posted on June 26, 2018 by John Biscello

At heart, in this commonest prolonged seance, ceremony to praise the ghostlight of our given stars, to raise the living and dead, beloved, such sweet mortal perish, this side of paradise, wisping away.  

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Ode to West Wind II

Posted on June 21, 2018 by John Biscello

History, written by the wingless, selling secondhand feathers to falsify flight’s truest course; turn a sharp eye to the sun, Birds of Paradise, arc, plein air, to claim in transit the legends of west wind.

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Dawnsong, or William Blake 5.0

Posted on June 20, 2018 by John Biscello

We are the mythmakers and shapeshifters, the water threads unraveling foam under the bridge that knows its lofty tether to sky as part of ancestral bind and the dead honed to be risen; we, the Drummer’s flat, furied palms seeding … Continue reading →

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Devotional

Posted on June 19, 2018 by John Biscello

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 →

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Likeness

Posted on June 18, 2018 by John Biscello

slow beating ache keeping time to breaking lore and softcore myth rising to tease and strip heaven’s knee of its skin my god yes spit and blood and light and yes remixed to teach you and me what angels be … Continue reading →

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Visitation

Posted on June 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Above all else, (she told me, her smile a glowing sickle) dignity and grace, for each and every soul on this planet, no one above, no one below, and everything I mean everything you truly need to know you’ve already … Continue reading →

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All Those Who Enter

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

The young boy asked me, What is it exactly that grows in the cavehunger depths and wilds of the heart? No one knows, dear boy, it is the most hidden and magnificent of countries, all I can say is that … Continue reading →

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How the Heart Rains

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

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 →

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Fireproof

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

Learn to stand still, inviolably still, in the vortex of fire, and bear true witness; every bloom holds within its tenor the epitaph of it ashes, every loss tenders the wick for epiphany, learn to remain softly yet firmly still … Continue reading →

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