Tag Archives: writing

Ravels

Posted on December 31, 2017 by John Biscello

At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.

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Kissing Anya

Posted on December 28, 2017 by John Biscello

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 →

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Endear

Posted on December 23, 2017 by John Biscello

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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The Writing Life

Posted on December 10, 2017 by John Biscello

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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Creed

Posted on November 19, 2017 by John Biscello

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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Birds

Posted on November 7, 2017 by John Biscello

By whirling reams of papered birds, the writer’s flights, short-lived, earn the keep of dreams daringly emptied.

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Balm

Posted on November 5, 2017 by John Biscello

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.