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Monthly Archives: August 2016
How Fall Happens
Plunging climate of needles and memory, a plaited sorrow. I listen, with mute intent, for the fetal cortege of leaves, turning then falling fast into the maternal crook of an outgoing wind.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged autumn, fall, John Biscello, Literary, memory, Poetry, season, sorrow
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The Horse’s Mouth
Audio track of the spoken word piece, “The Horse’s Mouth” (for Dylan Thomas), with Ben Wright on bass, published in the September issue of the Virtual Artists Collective. Listen here.
Posted in Audio, Poetry, Publications
Tagged Ben Wright, Dylan Thomas, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, Spoken Word, virtual artists collective
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Usher
August, its days nearly numbered, summer’s pink noiseless fade and exit (how cicadas bury their voices in hollows of silence), autumn’s fresh jags of Memory, reaping, with finite sorrow, the climate-cracked shells of seeds (how tiny birds bury their songs … Continue reading
Bearing
Friends, and loved ones, I know that so many of you are struggling with shadow-play right now, that your hands are busy knitting in the dark, negotiating long-held absences and haunts, humanly attempting to massage muddle and confusion into clarity; … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged camellia, grace, John Biscello, Light, Literary, Poetry, shadow, unity
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Beat, Bop & Abstraction
It took place in an amnesiac haze and fury, numberless nights of lightningspeak and opiate rabble, rocketfuel and anti-freeze, bright ribbons of noise amounting to worry stones indenting the soft pink center of palms, on and on and on, fugitive … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Poetry
Tagged Abstract Expressionism, beat, bop, charlie parker, jack kerouac, Jackson Pollock, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, saturnalia
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At the Bottom of Childhood’s Well
It is a magic time, it is a deadly time. We are fresh and newly forming, we excel in discoveries, delight in newness. Our souls are malleable, there is fluidity and grace oozing from us, and with … Continue reading
Some Kind of Summer
J.B., I have to kill someone by the end of summer. Joe Ninj stated this casually, as if it were a school assignment or project with a deadline. Five minutes earlier we had been integrated into our … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, coming of age, John Biscello, Literary, Prose, story, teenage, violence
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Glow
The coke parties were my favorite. It was when everyone was happiest. Everyone meant my father, my mother, and their friends, Teddy and Debby. Occasionally, Debby’s brother, Wayne, was part of everyone. My mother would say—Teddy and Debby are coming … Continue reading
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Tagged Brooklyn, childhood, cocaine, drugs, John Biscello, Literary, Prose, story
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