Monthly Archives: April 2019

Of Time and the River – John Biscello

Short prose piece on Free Verse Revolution

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Origin Story

The music stayed still, grew its own body to rapture and grieve, in concert with a species of veil crafted from small, rare birds and the meshes of patterned weeping.   (Image by Man Ray)

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Hers and Hers

Never the same woman twice, reality assigns symmetry to fractures, while crossing infinite lengths in blurred pursuit of fated mending.

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Silent Night

Start with the glacial base, the hunk of unforgiving crystal on which the tree is mounted, then trace the filigreed limbs of the tree, its shadow a twin belonging to the woman modeling Winter as a softly fringed species of … Continue reading

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Now Showing

Constellations pogo to the logic of spores mounting an art show protean in course and limnal uproar.   (Artwork by Chua ek Kay)

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Lost in Transit

the morning after she realized the life she led was someone else’s.    

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Biscello & Badalamenti at the Rose City Book Pub

June 6 @ 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm Rose City Book Pub, 1329 NE Fremont, Portland, OR 97212   Portland’s new chill-n-chat literary hotspot, the Rose City Book Pub, will host Unsolicited Press authors, John Biscello and Frances Badalamenti, who will be reading from their respective … Continue reading

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Obsession

To be claimed by that which you can never possess– the cyclical deficit of longing in bated arrears.

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The Walk

The vagaries of a portent, perhaps a reckoning– no, he wasn’t brave, but he was with angel, or some kind of numinous equivalent. A quest started way back when was about to take a turn one way or another. His … Continue reading

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It’s a Secret: Tell Everyone

The heart’s sheerest capacity to marvel and see rightly is a gilded trespass into the world of true visionaries.

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