Tag Archives: Stars

Pagan

Posted on April 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Between blades and pines, she lay still, spreading forest to stars that filled her. Advertisements

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged blades, consummation, feral, forest, haiku, John Biscello, love, nature, pagan, pines, poem, Stars, union, woods | Leave a comment

Night Moves

Posted on March 21, 2018 by John Biscello

Tree’s night-perm like fog, stars pining to get lost there– Long distance courtship. (Artwork by Georgia O’ Keefe)

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged courtship, D.H. Lawrence ranch, Georgia O' Keefe, haiku, John Biscello, love, nature, New Mexico, night sky, painting, poem, Stars, tree | Leave a comment

Empire State

Posted on March 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Empirical scope, is all that we ask of fame– Steady now, steady. (Photo of Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged andy warhol, arts, Edie Sedgwick, empire state building, fame, haiku, John Biscello, New York, poem, pop culture, Stars | Leave a comment

Constellate

Posted on March 8, 2018 by John Biscello

To see the stars, in daytime, like a siege of radiant, glyphic minnows constellating upon the surface of a lake, this, the child’s gift to vision, undisturbed. (Photo by Anne Brigman)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged anne brigman, child, cosmos, John Biscello, lake, Light, minnows, poem, Stars, vision, water | Leave a comment

Darking Anya

Posted on January 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d make a tent on my bedroom … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged anya, dark, dream, friends, grief, John Biscello, lonely, love, novel, poignant, Prose, Stars, story, wistful | Leave a comment

Dance

Posted on December 16, 2017 by John Biscello

I get so sleepy and restless and roiled and charged. If only they knew what they called world was simply a clusterfuck of particles dreaming of dance partners.

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Artwork, dance, dream, Gustav Klimt, John Biscello, painting, particles, poem, Poetry, sleep, Stars, woman | Leave a comment

Astro-Erotic

Posted on November 23, 2017 by John Biscello

Orion’s numinous belt undone on the sly by Cassiopeia’s nimble, flaring digits, as he proceeds to enter her whorling sphere of glacial fire spread lightly to produce cosmic aaaaaahs and oooohs, while the green-eyed Moon, papal and robust, records the … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged astro-erotic, constellations, Erotica, John Biscello, Melie, moon, poem, Poetry, recording, space, Stars, trip to the moon | Leave a comment

Gypsy

Posted on November 4, 2017 by John Biscello

I have seen the stars travel in caravans at night, cursive gypsies aloft in God’s darkened mouth, the moon, a minted coin, or silver eyelet, peerless in its glint of visions and voice.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Beauty, coin, cosmos, Cursive, God, gypsies, John Biscello, moon, night, poem, Poetry, silver, sky, Stars, visions, worship | Leave a comment

Walt Whitman

Posted on October 31, 2017 by John Biscello

Of myself and stars, he sang in forked, unsigned tongues– Words his place-holder.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged celebration, earthy, haiku, I sing of myself, John Biscello, life, poem, poet, Poetry, Stars, uncle walt, walt whitman, whitman's wild children | Leave a comment

Wonder

Posted on October 31, 2017 by John Biscello

Ancestral traces of us, unbearably light– Infinite wonder.

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged awe, Beauty, haiku, impressionism, John Biscello, painter, painting, poem, Poetry, Starry Night, Stars, vincent van gogh, wonder | Leave a comment