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Author Archives: John Biscello
Census
Your soul’s country is much bigger than you think. Find every last you there.
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Tagged John Biscello, poem, soul country, the journey within, walt whitman wuz here
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Pathfinder
Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.
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Tagged haiku, heaven-sent, John Biscello, poem, travel guide
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Lovesong for Self
It became a goal, soul-mate to my own damned self— Nerves on the first date.
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Tagged haiku, John Biscello, poem, self-love well-done
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Coil
To caper at the edge, where the seething lyric happens, poetry with slits and fast teeth, where the hours of phenomena are boiled and reduced to a single quivering instant, an umbilical knot of light upon tenderest scraps and coils.
After Party
She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy wound up for centuries, released, on … Continue reading
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Tagged heather ross, John Biscello, Lazarus, lost and found, photography, Poetry, resurrection
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Immigration Laws
We are immigrants in our own skin, flash-fire refugees who get by with falsified papers, fake IDs, and forged signatures. If caught and found guilty of a trespass or transgression, we pardon ourselves in our native tongues, language a placeholder … Continue reading
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Tagged heather ross, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, Surrealism, we are all immigrants
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Claim for the Meek
I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading
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Tagged God, heather ross, John Biscello, photography, Poetry, women
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Sylvia Plath
To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading
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Tagged John Biscello, poet, Poetry, sorcery, Sylvia Plath, The 50s, witch's brew
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Anne Sexton
It begins with a stopwatch, and a glass of water. The stopwatch belonged to her father, or to her father’s father. The glass of water is a joke. Imagine trying to remedy all that desert within, all that scabbing red … Continue reading
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Tagged anne sexton, fathers and daughters, homage, John Biscello, Poetry, tribute, writing for life
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John Fante
Inferiority might have been your first memory. Though you were born on American soil, Denver, CO, April 8th, 1909, the chinked chains of immigration had you by the throat and bowels, pinched your nerves as you butted your head against … Continue reading
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Tagged arturo bandini, ask the dust, homage, italian-american writers, John Biscello, john fante, Poetry, tribute
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