Monthly Archives: December 2017

Mary

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

      It was a scorcher. One of those ovenbake summer days where you feel like you’re huffing fur.    I had decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood, and re-acclimate myself.    As I walked down the block … Continue reading →

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Winter, a Love Story

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands  that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading →

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Zuzu’s Petals

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

  A father’s pocket, containing secret petals— the meaning of love.

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Claim for the Meek

Posted on December 7, 2017 by John Biscello

I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading →

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Fables Reimagined

Posted on December 6, 2017 by John Biscello
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They Are Their Own

Posted on December 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Do you know where your children are? Or rather who, in their ripening pedigree and new language they are in the process of becoming? Make no mistake They are not nor have they ever been yours belonging infinitely to the … Continue reading →

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Review of Charles Bukowski

Posted on December 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Review of Charles Bukowski’s Storm for the Living and the Dead, appearing in Riot Material. “Baby . . . I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me.” — Bukowski, Factotum As a bottom-feeding, hardscrabble Walt Whitman, Bukowski sang of himself, … Continue reading →

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Pigtails

Posted on December 5, 2017 by John Biscello

   There was that day you wore your hair in pigtails.    You were thirteen. Pigtails and a pale blue summer dress. I think the dress was new.    My mother had died three days earlier.    You and I … Continue reading →

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Radikal News

Posted on December 3, 2017 by John Biscello

Interview on Radikal News, based out of Slovenia. In English and Slovene. Read the full interview here.  

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