Tag Archives: The Kid

Kid in a Western

Posted on October 12, 2025 by John Biscello

He could feel his hand, an undertaker’s apprentice, rosy rash pecking out a tremolo in the palm’s moist center, a fluttery pulse, as his fingers massaged the handle. His fingers ever sensitive to the crushed pollen coating the handle (time … Continue reading →

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The Gift

Posted on December 19, 2021 by John Biscello

We are here, but briefly,shadows of candle-lightdancing between dust and choir,day and night,so consider todaya good dayto begin, or to continueunwrapping yourself,and giving you to you as a gift,your soul rightfully taggedas both receiver and sender,in what constitutesa wild embracing … Continue reading →

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Tatters

Posted on August 25, 2017 by John Biscello

Tatters in half-light, the poor heart’s lonely hunting– shreds of pure love, sown.  

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