Monthly Archives: May 2022

Fleur de Lis

Posted on May 31, 2022 by John Biscello

This world,beyond this world,splitting into festive atoms,called upon this woman,beyond this woman,to air with no discretionthe favored breathof blue rosesfalling.

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On the Nature of Writing

Posted on May 31, 2022 by John Biscello

Begin at the beginning. Who am I? Who is the voice asking who am I? Who is the who observing the voice asking who am I? Who is the who eternally taking notes on the who observing the voice who … Continue reading →

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High Priestess

Posted on May 31, 2022 by John Biscello

In the lost country of typewriters,and heresies of ink,lived a writer named Clarise,who, longing to syncthe pulse of Godwith sentient spates of text,broke offand plunged soulfirst into a wonderlandof intimately recursive lengths.

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To the Lighthouse

Posted on May 30, 2022 by John Biscello

Here it is, finally. A séance for the living, real-time cinema for possessed bones and sad visionless ghosts, who are on the cusp of claiming their spacious reams of empty, and time-locked vagrancy. The door behind the door has never … Continue reading →

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Demasking is a Crime

Posted on May 30, 2022 by John Biscello

 It was in the year _____ that a maskless society ceased to exist. Everyone was issued a mask. All masks were the same. A uniform anonymity, a sea of samefulness, or rather there was only one standard issue mask that … Continue reading →

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Winter Woods

Posted on May 30, 2022 by John Biscello

Wendigo-psychosis: A culture-specific disorder, which entails an intense craving for human flesh and fear of becoming a cannibal. In some indigenous cultures, environmental destruction and insatiable greed are seen as manifestations of Wendigo psychosis. I recalled what Mack had said … Continue reading →

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Girl, Interrupted

Posted on May 27, 2022 by John Biscello

You, Viola, hadn’t believed in love at first sight until you met Evie. Yet it wasn’t just love at first sight, was it? It was love at first sound, love at first gesture. At the dress rehearsal, you saw her … Continue reading →

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Postcard from the Edge

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello
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Stop Motion

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

She stood on the podium, beaming, and began waving to everyone in slow motion. Her hand glided right to left, left to right, a panoramic benediction that didn’t miss a single soul. The bouquet tucked near her bosom exuded a … Continue reading →

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Shadow Play

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

I saw her again the other night and I followed her. This time she had green eyes and copper hair. I wanted to ask her about that night, what happened between us, had it meant anything, and if so what, … Continue reading →

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