Monthly Archives: October 2026

What Should I Wear Tonight?

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

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

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Morphic Trespass (Digital Edition)

Posted on October 9, 2026 by John Biscello

A digital edition of Morphic Trespass has just been released (joining the vinyl and CD versions). For those interested in purchasing: https://losttelegrampress.ca/product/morphic-trespass-digital-download A collaboration between John Biscello (spoken word) and Ben Wright (stand-up bass). The album features sixteen tracks, ranging in … Continue reading →

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We Are Ugly But We Have the Music

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello
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Titanic

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello
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Variations on a Theme

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as cosplay in a dark room. Others cosplay with you, perpetuating a game and masquerade, rituals membered, by which we find ourselves assuming patterns and assimilating forms. Alone, again alone, and at once alone, where others, and their penchant … Continue reading →

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Last Picture Show

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

Does time-resin sting our eyes? Does desolation call forth our most solitary angels? Our loneliest most homesick angels? Desolation allows one to become a vagrant, rooted in blessed nobody, divergently attuned to an original script. The wind writes in the … Continue reading →

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Vampires

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day. I had already been walking out in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading →

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Travel Notes

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

It was a town caught in the pinwheeling stasis between living and dying, between chrysalis and mortuary. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling of … Continue reading →

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Flint

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

And death shall have no dominion. How could it? It’s only a match with an overblown reputation.

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Outerwear

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

The dark is the clothing in which our ghosts animate themselves.

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