Monthly Archives: August 2017

Silhouette

Posted on August 15, 2017 by John Biscello

Baring a life sentence of notes and text, the steady bow executes its awful rowing toward God in marginal silhouette.

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Piety

Posted on August 14, 2017 by John Biscello

By piety’s standard, a radiant guise, refracting the levels and measures of a true mirror– woman, man, silence, choir.

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Crumbs

Posted on August 14, 2017 by John Biscello

On a moonless night, portrait of an inner child– follow the bread crumbs.

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Music

Posted on August 14, 2017 by John Biscello

Sometimes, when alone, and faced with the prospect of music as a savior, the choice between which record to play means all the difference in the world in getting through a day in a life ordered to meet someone else’s … Continue reading →

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Vintage

Posted on August 14, 2017 by John Biscello

Brooklyn, 1957, shotgun postcard glory and grain of bygone, brick-backed, bathing-capped great aunts I never knew, Josie and Anna-Mae, sirens modeling sass and moxie on a hot summer’s day before the sun went down.

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Enclosure

Posted on August 14, 2017 by John Biscello

She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.

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Lady Lazarus

Posted on August 14, 2017 by John Biscello

By the palm’s raised standard of root and stigmata, the dawn’s filtrating spread of light and volume give new breath to the legend of Lady Lazarus reborn.

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Salt in our Wounds

Posted on August 13, 2017 by John Biscello

The Morton Salt Girl, refashioned in atomic yellow with a lavender dome of defense; a 21st century nod to flagrant fall-out and downpour that burns.

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Plaything

Posted on August 13, 2017 by John Biscello

Mattel’s secret fetish, Barbie’s hooded twin, exposed– news at eleven.

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Extra, Extra

Posted on August 13, 2017 by John Biscello

The hidden newsprint of the universe and its unreported sorrows carried on the shoulders and in the heart of a young woman on a bike who pedals with furious intent between blurred and urgent breaks of line.

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