Category Archives: Poetry

Joan of Arc

Posted on April 6, 2018 by John Biscello

Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upperlip into a totem, before Louise Brooks and Josephine Baker … Continue reading →

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Sylvia Plath

Posted on April 4, 2018 by John Biscello

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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Growing Young

Posted on April 2, 2018 by John Biscello

I want to grow young with you, she said. It made perfect sense. People had it all wrong. You don’t grow old, your body, this borrowed vessel, it withers and ages and decays, your body grows old, your brain grows … Continue reading →

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Product Placement

Posted on April 2, 2018 by John Biscello

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Fools Rush In

Posted on April 1, 2018 by John Biscello

To all those wise, beautiful fools who have brought the medicine of joy and laughter to life, I salute you: Slapstick’s trinity, a monotheistic gag– Salvation’s last laugh. Genius, in trespassing, has its necessary fools– Supreme gag order. … Continue reading →