Monthly Archives: September 2026

You Not There (triptych)

Posted on September 23, 2026 by John Biscello

1. Can you imagine your life without you in it? I can. And cannot. Can and cannot, because when I am not there, who is doing the saying, who the authoring, who or what the voice? You must imagine yourself … Continue reading →

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Q.

Posted on September 23, 2026 by John Biscello

Can you imagine your life without you in it? An inquiry, and unwritten obituary, concerned not with facts, but with tracking the vividly suspect fiction of a disappearance rumored to be happening in real-time.

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Catalog

Posted on September 23, 2026 by John Biscello

I could not stare into anyone’s eyes too long. It was like staring openly at the sun. The light was too much to bear. Not to mention, within the stunning freight of light projected from eyes were congealed glittering specks … Continue reading →

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The Dreaming You Save May Be Your Own

Posted on September 22, 2026 by John Biscello
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Bardo Noir

Posted on September 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Out/here in/here cradling the air. Hugging its hot pissy whatever. Something to hold onto something to grasp. This is maintenance at its most base level. If I let go I will be scooped up again/a helpless dollop in timespanning batter. … Continue reading →

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Rabbits

Posted on September 22, 2026 by John Biscello

A fleeting pattern compounded by space-time into a deniable entity. Why a deniable entity? Are some entities inadmissible? What qualifies them as inadmissible? Are they deniable because, at the core, there is nothing definite about them, nothing set in stone? … Continue reading →

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False Alarm

Posted on September 21, 2026 by John Biscello

the author in me died a lonely long time ago death (too singular to adapt and stay alive in this new-moving world of word-species and endangered text) the author lying through his teeth to pardon me revived every time the … Continue reading →

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Waltz

Posted on September 21, 2026 by John Biscello

In the latent vernacular and trespass of mind-breaths spanning space-time, crystallized as rapt intimacies and wax seal giving the dreaming-voice its human due and proof of residence, we scratch in lost measure– I Wuz Here– followed by the fading tracks … Continue reading →

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Forest

Posted on September 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Everyone possesses a dark forest. It is, whether geographically or metaphysically, where you are terrified to wander at night, alone. It is the weathervane and divining rod of primal fear. There is an ancient nameless fear that makes your existence … Continue reading →

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Less Traveled

Posted on September 21, 2026 by John Biscello

I am here while I went there. I am near yet faraway. Both things can be true. Let’s say physically you walked to a place, a tangible and specific location, while mentally, psychically, existentially, you went elsewhere: you traveled to … Continue reading →

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