Tag Archives: winging it

The Inheritors

Posted on April 10, 2020 by John Biscello

The weight of the world does not belong on your shoulders, my sons and daughters; square yourself to the sun’s slow-poured thimbles of light, as the presence of wings, warmed, grows where you were held back to forge seedless burdens … Continue reading →

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What You Can’t See

Posted on March 31, 2020 by John Biscello

Sunset, beading flashfire sparks and gilded symmetry, upon the gloss-dark wings of crows, who, in brazen observance, caw with religious fervor, an airing of lyrics intimately vested to the secret lives of children, walking home, winged.

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Transformation

Posted on March 30, 2020 by John Biscello

There are times when it is necessary for the body to become its own cradle, a nest-fed rocking and grave trembling toward the loam of ceremony and siege, and while transformation isn’t easy, if you listen closely, tender ear to … Continue reading →

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Cuckoo Rising

Posted on January 10, 2020 by John Biscello

Greetings, soul-folks, and much love as we groove into the creatively charged and spiritually Roaring 20s! I am thrilled to announce that our crowdsourcing campaign for Ballad of the Cuckoos has officially launched, beneath the gilded magic of tonight’s full moon … Continue reading →

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Ray Bradbury Presents…

Posted on May 6, 2019 by John Biscello

Time and again inventing wings on the way down and in Ray lived according to Imagination’s standard and grinned while risking it all on the first and last word.

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