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Tag Archives: window
Cask
Sundered veil, alight, lamp’s rounded eye grazing warmth– Window casking soul.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cask, haiku, home, John Biscello, lamp, Light, poem, Poetry, soul, window
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Flight Pattern
He has peopled the world outside his window with decoys and delegates. They go where he cannot, they climb and scrabble and perch where he can only watch. The cage, you see, is more than just a symbolic prop. He … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged black and white, boy, flight, John Biscello, Literary, loneliness, photo, solitude, window
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Alice Through the Looking Glass
Drizzle-matted canvas of glass, static layers of form assimilating harmony– Alice, sublimely mute, matches gravity to prayer in refining the lost art of sadness.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged alice, contemplation, drizzle, John Biscello, Poetry, rain, through the looking glass, window
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Lighted Window Syndrome
All my life I have had lighted window syndrome. Being outside someone’s window at night, and seeing the lighted window, its warm amber glow was an invitation to feel a sense of home, not to be at home, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged detachment, ghost, home, John Biscello, Light, Literary, Prose, story, window
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Catalog
I have begun to name and catalog the different types of dark. It helps. Warm-dark, cave-dark, void-dark, womb-dark, sleep-dark, Eros-dark, blank-dark, siege-dark, and there is the anonymous dark that gets in your head and behind your eyes and in your … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged catalog, dark, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Poetry, rain, window
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Draft
There are no mirrors here, yet everywhere I see myself, a bated draft of furls, each bearing the right to exist, and respire ably.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged child, epitpah, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Mirror, Poetry, window
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Frame-Up
(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “Winter at the Window of my Atelier”) Winter frame-up of god’s run-on fingerprints, evidence of weary sorrow, mounting, unfinished.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged God, John Biscello, josef sudek, Literary, Poetry, prague, window, Winter
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Leaf
(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “From the Window of my Atelier” series) A single leaf, solitary, unattached, at home in space, feral pucker seizing upon glass, a lonely kiss moist to the crunch.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged John Biscello, josef sudek, kiss, leaf, photography, Poetry, solitary, window
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Fete
At the window, creamed in pale light and amber, a gauzy feting of an interior life, as if solitude, doubly engaged, rears company from silence.
John Biscello 