Monthly Archives: May 2016

Fete

Posted on May 2, 2016 by John Biscello

At the window, creamed in pale light and amber, a gauzy feting of an interior life, as if solitude, doubly engaged, rears company from silence.

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Anne Sexton (1928-1974)

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

Anne Sexton: tall and lovely and dead, and I, turning the knob, want to get in and fuck her, but cannot, because she is dead. So really, I wanted to, past tense.                                                             The point being: how I wanted to … Continue reading →

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Flaubert in Brooklyn

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

Madame Bovary bawling on a street corner– I’d throw her a bang.

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Ophelia’s Blues

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

  Her sad, sea-green dress, an epitaph, rippling quietly, as if in a dream. The small history of a fresh wraith, white fingers forever separating the bones from the silt.

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Feral

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

At risk of possession by fire, how, in the ripe grip of new language, we grow feral along a trackless rim, greening desire.

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Pinch

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

To hell, lovingly, with gravity as it claims one’s pulse and vitals; a precipitous plunge into faith at the far end of a diminishing tunnel pinched by light.

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