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Monthly Archives: March 2017
The Haunting of One’s Self
Review of Paul Auster’s 4 3 2 1, appearing in Riot Material. “He believed in an infinite series of times, in a growing, dizzying net of divergent, convergent and parallel times. This network of times which approached one another, forked, … Continue reading
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Tagged 4 3 2 1, John Biscello, Literary, novel, paul auster, Prose, Review, riot material
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Obscene not Herded
Destiny, the morningstar, hikes her dress up high and pisses a saberlike stream of light, honeyed pixels outsourcing guidance.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cosmos, destiny, guidance, inspiration, John Biscello, Light, morningstar, poem, Poetry
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Naming Desire
Whoever I am, I have always depended on the kindness of words— such strange company these solitary verses.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blanche dubois, John Biscello, kindness, poem, Poetry, words, writing
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Bedsores
In the permanent flophouse Love reigns supreme— A tried and torn migrant ready to drop from chronic fatigue
Posted in Poetry
Tagged chronic fatigue, flophouse, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry
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i for an I
Dear Letters of the Alphabet, We regret to inform you of the untimely death of one of your brethren, lowercase i. Gone missing a while back, we were hoping for its return to its rightful place in the alphabet, but … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged alphabet, I, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, pronoun, Us
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How-To Manual
Hands reach, instinctively, because they understand what the mind’s fixed gears are sometimes too tight or slow to grasp: the necessity of shrinking distance through first contact, the dream-life of prayers.
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Tagged compassion, hands, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry, prayer
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Film Treatment
God in the small details, the Devil in the abstract— in between, Us, the stuff stars are made from, on the cutting room floor.
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Tagged Cinema, devil, God, humans, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, Stars
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The Urban Way
Boy on street corner brown bag in his hand, crinkling– Yo, I’ve gotta piss.
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Tagged Brooklyn, haiku, John Biscello, Literary, New York, Poetry, street corner, urban
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The Little Emperor
(In memory of Anthony Hassett, and in response to his artwork) I have seen the Little Emperor— mischievous, unabashed, baiting in borrowed skin dong tolling through the marketplace offering his services for a nominal fee. He leads, without words, through … Continue reading
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Tagged anthony hassett, asia, brotherhood, ekphrasis, John Biscello, Literary, little emperor, naked, Poetry, transsexual, visual art
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Winnie Cooper #9
After all these years I still might use the same technique: tugging on pigtails. A cruel and delightful swing, gaining momentum to vault headfirst into your secret hive, vaguely aware of and interested in honey, but the main draw, your … Continue reading
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Tagged honey, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, romance, winnie cooper, wonder years
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