Category Archives: Artwork

Seating Arrangement

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

The girl in the chair is no longer the girl in the chair, she is neither here nor there, she is always and forget-me-not, soul-spray and glacial uproar causing a siege, she is the spidery patterns of her exploded heart, … Continue reading →

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Please Sit Down

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

No sitters to tend, solvent to its own winter, if these floors could talk.

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A Star is Born

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.

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Chain Reaction

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Night swallowing its own tale of snake swallowing its own tail of night.

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Ties that Bind

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Seven years later, the pupa stage of marriage– Who the hell are you?

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Full Moon Rising

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Howling, to contract space for deeper emptying, to swallow moons whole.

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Crow Medicine

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

How little they know, of her flights beyond reason– Her world, winged, widens.

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Featherweight

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Within the unbearable lightness of love’s proofed labor, a single quill, producing words that sing, traceless, while moving worlds to shake and reckon.

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Driving Lessons

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Hard to move forward, she thought, when bound to what’s gone– She bought new scissors.

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Next?

Posted on December 17, 2021 by John Biscello

A dancer’s sad dream– Flight, short-lived, returning to earth, sharp teeth.

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