Category Archives: Poetry

October’s Bones

Posted on October 21, 2019 by John Biscello

In honor of the 50th anniversary of Jack Kerouac’s “death-day” departure for roads unknown. When I was a young man, a budding scribe eager to blossom white fire, and scabbed lotuses, you meant the world to me. You exposed me … Continue reading →

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Free Play

Posted on October 7, 2019 by John Biscello

We live in a world of alchemy and swing, a freeform board game for sounding and experiment, and anyone that tells you any different has simply forgotten how to engage the play of their lives, or sow the grit, resin … Continue reading →

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Homing Device

Posted on October 7, 2019 by John Biscello

The soul doesn’t calculate, it syncs itself to the legend of its origins, the glyphic runes and white-hot bones of constellational remains, where we, in costumed exile, linger and tow the fasting freight of dreams, upon which our lives are … Continue reading →

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Raspberries

Posted on October 4, 2019 by John Biscello

  Mariko knew a lot of interesting things about space. For example: astronomers theorized that, based on its chemical make-up, the dust from the nebula that gave birth to our sun would taste like raspberries. And that the closer you … Continue reading →

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Growing Legend

Posted on October 3, 2019 by John Biscello

Metamorphosis makes demands on us all, and imposes its necessary will, but love, rooted in omnipresence, is not subject to change. It is a legend, limitless in freight and scope, and famous for its radiant center.

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Autumn Leaves

Posted on September 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Grieving, the swoonlit swans, crying last songs softly into autumn’s russet and moonfed belly.

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Visitation Rites

Posted on September 27, 2019 by John Biscello

There is no separation, she said. That is such an illusion, the longest-running con-job this side of the moon. Do not believe the shit that comes out of the pipelines of splintered masses. (She knocked on my forehead three times, … Continue reading →

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The Gospel According to John

Posted on September 26, 2019 by John Biscello

“You’ve got to look at old things and see them in a new light.” Bound, as a parishioner to ancient-newness and freeform alchemy, these words issued from the worn, trembling lips of a man called Coltrane, who, with steady bough … Continue reading →

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Raising the Bar

Posted on September 18, 2019 by John Biscello

   Dylan Thomas falls off his barstool in Heaven.    Lying on the sawdusty floor, he slurs something about a white horse. And chains, and the sea.    God, who gave Lucifer the night off, is tending bar. He comes … Continue reading →

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Rhyme-Scheme

Posted on September 18, 2019 by John Biscello

There is nothing to order or arrange, nothing to worry about. No explanations required. Dry logic and tortured rationale can be set aside. At least for a little while. Try it. You see, everything rhymes in this letterless alphabet of … Continue reading →

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