Monthly Archives: September 2026

Domain

Posted on September 7, 2026 by John Biscello

Her body, a puzzling slate and feral dominion suspended erringly between there and not, and I, tonal witness to the intimacy of her absence, function by rounded turns at a loss for words– Silence, the lasting grammar of ruins and … Continue reading →

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Unsaid

Posted on September 6, 2026 by John Biscello

Waxing blankly, to soothe and mollify, her hand (nails polished electric blue) gagged my mouth (O-shaped in ache) with a hint of phrase, rouge to the touch, and blatantly sheer in its umentionables.

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Mystique

Posted on September 6, 2026 by John Biscello

There’s something blankly paranthetical about the ghosts of memory which become us in breaths taken to host and devour.

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Classified Section

Posted on September 6, 2026 by John Biscello

In this season of longing, the pluralized itch and wraith of you and I, coursing parallel tracks to cross imaginary lines where distance mounts the spreading horizon.

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Neo-Folk

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Everything always going on. People worry about everything not going on but what they’re really saying beneath the waves what they’re subliminally saying and worrying about is them not going on. Everything going on and them not. How to reconcile … Continue reading →

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Plight Trajectory

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Youth passes in fleeting doses, and doesn’t die a single death, youth as concept and cheat code disassembles into ghosts, into many ghosts which proliferate and spread, in pursuit of seances and possession. Youth, in its death, moves in many … Continue reading →

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Scraps

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Memories keep us in a state of cinematic dismemberment. Spliced ribbons of footage everywhere. Identity diced and chopped. Fractures and fragments become us in motivating assembly. We are always puzzling together aspects of our lives in dimly lit corridors, in … Continue reading →

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Chart

Posted on September 2, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as a course charted, as grooves cut into void through perennial retreading. Have I been here before can be replaced by have I been here again? It is part of the tease and conundrum of endless. Ask yourself—have I … Continue reading →

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Audio Book Giveaway

Posted on September 1, 2026 by John Biscello

It’s Tune In Tuesday: in conjunction with Audiobooks.com, we are giving away five free audio-books of The Last Furies. If you request an audio-book, we will provide the code to redeem your edition. We just ask that you post a … Continue reading →

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