Monthly Archives: January 2021

Hard Candy

Posted on January 28, 2021 by John Biscello

Childhood. Sometimes it feels like a piece of hard candy I swallowed long ago, and that hard candy remains stuck in my throat. Most of the time I am unaware of its presence, but then something will shift and I … Continue reading →

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Waiting

Posted on January 28, 2021 by John Biscello

   I am waiting. There I am, see me, waiting on the train station platform. I am waiting for my train. It is a specific train that I am waiting for. When a train begins pulling into the station, I … Continue reading →

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Mainline

Posted on January 21, 2021 by John Biscello

In these parts, we mainline moonglow. It’s what we do. It’s our thing. We shoot moonglow directly into our veins and our blood becomes gospel as we start to sing hallelujah and glory-be— We dream daytime dreams of phoenixes burning … Continue reading →

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Raging Bull: A Prayer for my Father

Posted on January 20, 2021 by John Biscello

Do not go gently into that good night, father. Fight, fight, tooth and nail, like the iron-willed boxer you always were— dancing around the ring, pumping jabs and ducking, bobbing and weaving— Sure, you took your lumps and bruises, and … Continue reading →

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Moonglow in New Mexico

Posted on January 17, 2021 by John Biscello

Grateful for the installment that aired on KRQE news (Channel 13) in Albuquerque, regarding Moonglow on Mercy Street: https://www.krqe.com/entertainment-news/taos-poet-releases-book-about-2020/ In this day and age, for poetry to be represented and shown a little love in the news, is heartwarming and … Continue reading →

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If Only in Burning

Posted on January 14, 2021 by John Biscello

   I saw the sign in the window: Lessons Learned/Karma Burned. I went inside. The studio smelled like frankincence. And cotton candy. Greeting me at the door, as if she had been waiting for me, was a tall, well-toned woman … Continue reading →

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Blue Boy

Posted on January 14, 2021 by John Biscello

   There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue.    Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading →

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Four from Moonglow

Posted on January 12, 2021 by John Biscello

Four of the poems from Moonglow on Mercy Street, appearing in the latest installment of Riot Material.

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Moonglow Reading

Posted on January 11, 2021 by John Biscello

An invitation to join me at mi casa this Sunday, January 17th @ 4pm (MT), as I will be doing a live Zoom reading from my new book of poetry, Moonglow on Mercy Street.  This event is part of the SOMOS Poetry … Continue reading →

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State of Address

Posted on January 7, 2021 by John Biscello

A salon. After hours. Dimly lit. We see a red styling chair. Behind it are a counter and a wide mounted mirror. In the right upper-corner of the frame there are dismembered mannequins set against a wall. The salon OWNER, … Continue reading →

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