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Tag Archives: writing
Savor
I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading
Husk
The quiet net of one’s fingers, mute and aggrieved, yet lapping volumes of light, a measureless brood husking the dark to derive a glean, its rivet bound to the commonest plight.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, craft, dark, dream, husk, inspiration, John Biscello, Light, love's labor, net, poem, shadow, writing
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Ravels
At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.
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Tagged Beauty, dark, deveotion, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, luscious, poem, ravels, sadness, text, writing
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Kissing Anya
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. I was hanging out in the schoolyard, by myself, throwing a Spalding against the wall. It was something I did to relax. Anya breezed into the schoolyard. She was carrying a … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, boy, Brooklyn, crush, forever, girl, John Biscello, love, no man's brooklyn, novel, Prose, romance, story, urban, writing, youth
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Endear
Sometimes a word scratched in dark ink onto a page is the loneliest sound in the universe, and yet, what beautiful solitary company these verses endeared to mortal failings.
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Tagged Beauty, dream, endear, heart, John Biscello, loneliness, love, poem, Poetry, sadness, writing
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The Writing Life
Pen, referencing a glossary of soul, scratches out excess to clarify Eternity, finger-holds, tenuous at best, dignify the mount of a marvelously impossible task.
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Tagged art, devotion, dream, eternity, John Biscello, literature, love, pen, poem, soul, story, task, writing, writing life
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Creed
As soon as your pen makes first contact with the page you have done yourself the great and holy service of destroying that viral boogeyman, Perfection, which has buried far too many acts of expression and faith, a dream-life darkened … Continue reading
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Tagged creation, creativity, creed, dreams, John Biscello, literary life, pen, perfection, poem, Poetry, ritual, self-expression, soul, spirit, writing, writing life
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Birds
By whirling reams of papered birds, the writer’s flights, short-lived, earn the keep of dreams daringly emptied.
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Tagged art, birds, dreams, expression, flight, John Biscello, Literary, love, paper, passion, poem, Poetry, writers, writing, writing life
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Balm
To write a poem that demands nothing from anyone else, truly asks for nothing, except to become, is the purest placeholder for the Muse’s proferred balm.
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Tagged art, balm, become, creatvity, dreams, John Biscello, Literary, Muse, poem, Poetry, profer, writing
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Rare
This is how I grieve– words, pearlescent to glean, and bare, poured, like so much light, on petals bruised by touch and Beauty rare.
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Tagged Beauty, flower, grief, John Biscello, love, pearlescent, petals, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, tears, touch, weeping, words, writing
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