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Tag Archives: Winter
Love Is
I miss you already, the sun-kissed daisy whispered to the migrant flake of snow, which clung like a hopeful bead to the daisy’s delicate petal before dying a lover’s death and melting.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged daisy, John Biscello, love, poem, seasons, snow, summer, Winter
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Wendigo
Long-distance shot of a snowy landscape, a tundra. Completely silent. A MAN enters the frame, running. He is wearing a bulky white parka, its fur-lined hood pulled over his head, and flying a fire-orange kite. We continue to see the … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged film, grief, inner landscape, John Biscello, sorrow, the journey, wendigo, Winter
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Homecoming
The slow, long walk home, across a frozen tundra– The sun smiles, faintly.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, homeward bound, John Biscello, poem, the heart is a lonely hunter, wendigo, Winter
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Runes
There is the cracking– thin, brittle chafings of bones begging to splinter, to silver holy music through darkened hollows, and there is us, Love’s loneliest brood, spelled out like vagrant relics, like glistening runes, upon God’s most silent scattered linen.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged God, John Biscello, leaves, love poem, snow, Winter
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Moon River, Winter Remix
Ribbed, solitary leaf, cradled in frozen canvas, stray comma to the rivered language of glacial moon, that is where I find her, my love, spreading pure as the music of first snow.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, John Biscello, leaf, love poem, music, snow, Winter
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Juice
Slow kind of winter, Spring, mainlining taproot juice, hastens light to mold.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cycles, God, haiku, John Biscello, Light, nature, poem, seasons, spirit, spring, Winter, writing life
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Ice Cream
Like ice cream, this dream of life, wintering its soul– How lovely the melt! (Artwork by Hiroshige)
If on a Winter’s Night…
In winter’s maw, snow, flutters of feathery pecks– kisses, melt to rash. (Artwork by Hiroshige)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Artwork, cold, feathers, haiku, hiroshige, japan, John Biscello, kisses, painting, poem, snow, Winter, winter's night
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Bridge
Long ago, slowly crossing the bridge in winter– Footprints in fresh snow. (Artwork by Hiroshige)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ancient, bridge, footprints, hiroshige, japan, japanese, John Biscello, painting, poemm haiku, snow, time, Winter
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