Category Archives: Artwork

Slimming Heaps

Posted on November 29, 2022 by John Biscello
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In Our Solitude

Posted on November 27, 2022 by John Biscello
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Born Yesterday

Posted on November 24, 2022 by John Biscello
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Storytellers

Posted on November 23, 2022 by John Biscello
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The Village

Posted on November 23, 2022 by John Biscello
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Lemon

Posted on November 23, 2022 by John Biscello

I don’t tell him there is no such thing as Claudia Lemon, she’s invented, he knows nothing about Clarise Lermontov, my ghost, my first country, there is no Clarise, only Claudia Lemon,  and there is the young girl who loved … Continue reading →

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Our Lady of Dust

Posted on November 21, 2022 by John Biscello

They taught us dust. Those were our lessons. There were other lessons but allegedly none more important than the lessons in dust the sermons. We dreamed dust. We ate dust. There was dust favoring the sunlight insisting upon the rotting … Continue reading →

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Breathing Lessons

Posted on November 21, 2022 by John Biscello

In school they taught us how to breathe differently. There were other lessons but this was considered the most important one. We had to learn a new way of breathing. Techniques, exercises: what to do, what not to do. They … Continue reading →

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Doll

Posted on November 18, 2022 by John Biscello

Nineteen rifles and the village was burned to the ground nineteen rifles stolen by rebels and then came the awful burning down what was called scorched earth policy. My mother my father my brother were burned down to the ground … Continue reading →

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Storytellers

Posted on November 18, 2022 by John Biscello

Storytellers of different ilks different beats different leaks of internal graffiti yet the word always at the heart of it barrowing out into light what comes from shadowlands within. Stories within earshot as eavesdropped whispers Stories like moonshots catapulted with … Continue reading →

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