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Tag Archives: woman
Metronome
It doesn’t take much to become days of mourning. This world provides plenty of opportunities to convert one into days of mourning. Then days of mourning becomes weeks of mourning. Months of mourning. Years. But it begins with days of … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged days, days of mourning, fragment, grief, nights, Prose, woman
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Aria
You are at a masquerade ball that takes place at Club Infinity, and you notice a lonely woman standing in the corner, her entire body breathes loneliness like strange music thickening the air, which in essence thickens the plot … … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged aria, aura, Beauty, infinity, loneliness, soul, the journey, woman
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Stones, Passing
At the carnival I was most intrigued by the stone-swallower. A waifish bronze-skinned lady with dark hair, plaited, and slender fingers. I was rapt, watching the way she carefully arranged the stones to form a sort of pyramid at her … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged carnival, dreamlike, dust to dust, John Biscello, mystery girl, mysticism, open wide, poem, stone-honoring, stones, woman
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Not a Sonnet
I can go on. Sometimes you fall off the edge of a sentence and find another one waiting for you there, like the billowcushy arms of a cloud-woman, or keenly lighted wraith, and you can go on, holding hands with … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dream, expression, John Biscello, language, poem, self, snetence, woman, words
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Cask
It was, in a state of psychic undress, where I found I wanted to reveal, more than to confess, scoring a litany of wounds, and bruised valentines, to the expectant cask of woman’s fired dawn, beyond reproof, and failsafe fronts.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged confession, failsafe, John Biscello, love, new dawn, poem, revelation, woman
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Cinch
Where you are not, I have found just cause for form, blanks folded and tucked, to cinch gapes and frayed cords.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged art, blank, gape, John Biscello, man, passion, poem, woman, words
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Anais Nin
Invention was your solitude, your twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The way you spread secret pages like silk violet capes, like fringed shawls, over an air of mystery, and err of desire. You enabled symmetry, to confess. Why couldn’t a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged anais nin, Beauty, creative process, diary, dreams, invention, John Biscello, labyrinth, literature, poem, Poetry, tribute, woman, writer, writer's life
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Anne Sexton
It begins with a stopwatch, and a glass of water. The stopwatch belonged to her father, or to her father’s father. The glass of water is a joke. Imagine trying to remedy all that desert within, all that scabbing red … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anne sexton, confessional, daughter, dreams, fairy tale, father, John Biscello, Literary, poet, Poetry, portrait, sketch, suicide, woman, writer's life
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Pearl Diver
She, the pearl-diver, master of holding her breath, breathes out, and rises.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged breath, breathign, dream, girl, haiku, John Biscello, life, master, pearl, pearl diver, poem, spirit, water, woman
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Train
I understand, you let the wrong one in again– doors close, doors open. (Artwork by Nigel Van Wieck)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged edward hopper, forlorn, haiku, John Biscello, New York, painting, Poetry, romance, sadness, subway, transit, woman
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John Biscello 