Category Archives: Poetry

Alms

Posted on November 26, 2018 by John Biscello

There is something about the holiest seethe that keeps us golden-green migrant beggars, bartering stigmata for leavened alms to persist, this side of dreaming.  

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Lip Reading

Posted on November 26, 2018 by John Biscello

Kissing, where the vibrato slug of tongue plugs in to electrical temporal heaven for a singed sprint through molten puddles.

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Instructions on How to Use a Blade

Posted on November 26, 2018 by John Biscello

To ask how deep is not the right question of the blade, but rather, how much moon, if any, is reflected in the silver of your teeth when piercing skin to venerate pink?

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Flow Chart

Posted on November 26, 2018 by John Biscello

There’s something about filing a mortal grievance with angels that’s reassuring. As if, there you are, casually adrift on a slow-moving first-class glassy blue glacier, going out to sea, and you cheerfully wave goodbye to yourself, entrusting the course of … Continue reading →

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In the Belly Of

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

In the softest pit of my belly, the masticating angel, the glowing renegade with milkbone teeth, eats me alive, and spits me back out into the world, half-light, half-silence, the happy miscarriage of identity winnowing the essential me from I.

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Lure

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

He had traveled many crooked side-streets and shadow-scripted back-alleys to arrive at this point. The white-hot lure and bait of the angel, who had played hard to get, beckoned, with an ineffable wink.

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Destiny

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

One of those windows ws about to change his life forever. Now it was simply a matter of ascent, and guessing right.

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Geist

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

Memory, like stone tapes, like hardened slabs of analog recalling the icy geist of my childhood in a Brooklyn basement, revisited.

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Neo-Noir

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

It would be the last time, the last thinning whatever– halfmoon fingernails scratching famished odds, unreflected, into a dirty, cracking mirror.

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Runes

Posted on November 13, 2018 by John Biscello

There is the cracking– thin, brittle chafings of bones begging to splinter, to silver holy music through darkened hollows, and there is us, Love’s loneliest brood, spelled out like vagrant relics, like glistening runes, upon God’s most silent scattered linen.

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