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Tag Archives: word
Woven
In the beginning the dreaming not the word. The word came later. It came whenever and betrayed silence and this was the beginning of fiction. Now you’ve got what passes for a world of dreaming of fiction and parallels splintered … Continue reading
Near to Edges
Words meant to be read aloud inside your head. A paradox yes but true. To be read aloud inside your head could be the preface the header the suggestion accompanying the texts. In this respect you may hear the music. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged correspondences, craft, edges, jazz, play, Poetry, Prose, resonance, subjectivity, word
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Long Haul
Grief lies here like an insomniac pining for sleep. Like scissors running dull to the touch of fate. We paper over grief its many wrecks its brittle slates with hordes of torn pages. Forget me nots band aids christ sporting … Continue reading
Keepers
Grief lies here like an insomniac thirsting for sleep. Like scissors dull to the touch of fate. We paper over grief its many wrecks its graying slates with torn pages. Forget me nots band aids christ sporting a porn stache. … Continue reading
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Tagged dead, grief, living, pages, Poetry, Prose, rites, word
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Praise
Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged breath, fade, haiku, John Biscello, love, perish, Poetry, praise, soul, spirit, word
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Word
Not burning, not siege, not flood, not cold front, not atomic scourge, can destroy the Word, a lasting first, and inviolable measure, voiced to raise itself eternally anew.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged creation, imperishable, John Biscello, language, love, photo, poem, survivor, word, writing, writing life
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Endanger
In the Beginning, when all was scrim and nostalgia to be, there was the Word, a dark sensual organism prefiguring Symbol, and in the mouths of babes desperate to dream aloud and chasten their hunt for meaning, the Word became … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged endanger, gospel, John Biscello, sea, voices, word, words, writing
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