Monthly Archives: April 2019

Dinner’s Guess and Coming to Who

Posted on April 2, 2019 by John Biscello

Young man, get in this kitchen RIGHT NOW and clean up your mess, we have guests coming for dinner and what would they say if they saw a guitar aborting a knife into a drawer framed for murder? And where … Continue reading →

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Seven Ways of Looking at a Starry Horse

Posted on April 2, 2019 by John Biscello

Poem-art matrimony as part of the Poetry in Public Places Project.

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Book Giveaway

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

In honor of National Poetry Month (and April’s Fool’s Day) I will be giving away ten digital copies of my poetry collection, Arclight, to the first ten respondees. To request a copy, email me: johnbiscello@gmail.com. Cheers, and in the immortal … Continue reading →

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George

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

Monday, April 1st Went bowling with George last night. He refused to pick up the ball, just stood there, frozen, blank, his hands rsing toward his ears in a lullaby clasp as if he was planning on taking a nap. … Continue reading →

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Samsara and an Order of Fries

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

Consider the alternative: an itinerant circus where headless chickens pilot aeroplanes and kamikaze into the swollen sides of whitewashed barns and people in city traffic function as belligerent seals honking until the moon has a breakdown and refuses to come … Continue reading →

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Shadowlands

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

There was only so many chances one could be given. It was the law of averages, gambler’s physics, something. The woman he had left behind was the same as the one waiting inside. Dresses were funny that way. He wondered … Continue reading →

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Crash and Burn

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

South of no man’s border the landing strip was effaced by stones. Avalanche, they claimed. You kept on flying, critically low on fuel, never dreaming the side of a mountain might find you asleep too full of sky.  

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