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Monthly Archives: January 2019
The Natashas
Review of Yelena Moskovich’s debut novel The Natashas. “You enter a dark, deserted warehouse on the waterfront. One that smells of cats and kerosene, and whose walls are covered with dusty calendars from bygone eras. Or perhaps you find yourself … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged book review, Dzanc Books, John Biscello, novel, riot material, the natashas, Yelena Moskovich
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Why I Love the Moon
You, Moon, told me a secret when I was a child– Make wonder your compass, your true north, abide by its magnetic tow, and you will never get lost, not truly, and your soul will make for warm, favored company. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, lunar eclipse, moon, poem, supermoon, tribute, Whistler
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In the Company of Words
At times, the savvy and elaborate architecture of words, the stunning and complex tapestry of language, its magisterial tunings to sound, is, in its beggared haunt and infancy, rooted in the unscabbed core of a pinking utterance, a single quiver … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged how we build, hurt meets haunt, John Biscello, love, poem, quiver me timbers, Zen and the Art of Ow
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In Absentia
We are mostly made from absence, a light-stitched band of particles, aspiring, in concert, to harmonize daring feats of love, or how we dream, in fits, aligning our nodes to perish.
Love’s Greatest Fools
Slowly, slowly, pour me out of the wounds, the chafing legend, that we, intransitive in our grief, shared at a common altar and dais, remember how we, marvelous in our reaching, hallowed the moon as a redundant savior, a charnel … Continue reading
I Listen
“I Listen,” one of the poems from my forthcoming collection, Arclight (February release), now live on Riot Material. To read click here.
Posted in Poetry, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged arclight, Indie Blu(e), John Biscello, kindra austin, Poetry, poetry collection, riot material
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Desire by Any Other Claim
We were walking scarside, had been for a long time. The wind sounded like fading bells, the air smelled of singed salt. I asked her how her heart was holding up. Good, she smiled, it’s floating jellyfishlike in a pool … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged a streetsong named desire, John Biscello, love, passion, poem, the nature of want, walking scarside
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Ephemerally Yours
There is nothing more heartbreakingly human than sharing your loneliness with another, a tender enclosure bonding the furtive nuptials of intimacy for as long as ephemera graciously grants.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged crawlspace plus one, how sweet it is, John Biscello, poem, what a wonderful world
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Bubble, Yum
There is a dying art to teething on the candied skin of a bubble for as long as you can before its inevtiable burst becomes the shyest glimmer grieving your lips.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bubblebathing for lovers, chew on this, John Biscello, poem
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Unbearably Light
White-hot throbbing, to bask in the sidereal– Unzip your skin, please.