Monthly Archives: January 2025

I Don’t Wanna Work on Daddy’s Farm No More

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Nesting, she broodedon the future of free range–No claims to hold her. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Disintegration (The Cure)

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

No sitters to tend,solvent to its own winter–If these floors could talk. (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Girl, Interrupted

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

The girl in the chairis no longer the girl in the chair,she is neither here nor there,she is always and forget-me-not,soul-spray and glacial uproarcausing a siege,she is the spidery patternsof her exploded heart,woven in to the ritual symmetryof a fibrous … Continue reading →

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Body Double

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

It would be the last time, the last thinning whatever that gave night its fool’s edge and lyrical tilt— Scraping half-moon fingernails against famished odds, he briefly paused to consider the bottomless gorge of a hungry ghost demanding of its … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry | Tagged gamble, hunger, hustle, moveable feast, New York, night, night walk, poem, Poetry, pool hall, shadows | Leave a comment

The Odds

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate, rigged to electrical impulses and happenstance, waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed the lucky rabbit foot in his pocket, a prayer, … Continue reading →

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Vertical

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

One of those lighted windows would change his life forever— It was matter of calculated ascent, and guessing right for once.

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Some Like It Hot

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Traversing, in a beat shuffle and worn cadence, many oblique side streets and shadow-stained back alleys to arrive at where he now stood— the white-hot lure and rigged bait of a suspect angel, who played hard to get, beckoned with … Continue reading →

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Room to Dream

Posted on January 16, 2025 by John Biscello

Visionary, cinematic shaman, and iconconclastic creative force, David Lynch was one of the most profound influences and inspirations in my life, someone whose work impacted me deep in my core and could move me to tears. Truly and thoroughly one … Continue reading →