Tag Archives: Stars

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)

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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 →

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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.

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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 →

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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.

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Walt Whitman

Posted on October 31, 2017 by John Biscello

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

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Wonder

Posted on October 31, 2017 by John Biscello

Ancestral traces of us, unbearably light– Infinite wonder.

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Glint

Posted on October 24, 2017 by John Biscello

Star-rise, to the belt of dawn, we have been sworn in by Love’s chastened edge

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Starry Night

Posted on October 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Stars, the luminous freckles on God’ night-face, or angelic winks from afar, lovingly rendered by a painter named Vincent who bore clearly his scars with exquisite faith.

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Crescent

Posted on October 15, 2017 by John Biscello

Rupture in the night, sharp crescent benediction– every fool hooked.

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