Category Archives: Poetry

Holes

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Cut a hole in the wind and sing through it. Put your ear to the ground. Listen for the echo of what you sang. Cut a hole in the ground and sing into it. Listen to the wind and hear … Continue reading →

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Cage

Posted on October 21, 2026 by John Biscello

Find a husband. Throw him away. Throw him good and far away. If he returns, buy him a bird cage with no bird in it. Ask him to place a tiny mirror inside the cage. Maybe have him scatter several … Continue reading →

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Judy Garland

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello
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Masks

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello
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Notices

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello
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Telegram

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello
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Eulogy

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Drop dead several times each day and recite advance eulogies for the persons so explicitly shed. Allow grief to function not as barrier or backwater but rather a marker for diminishing returns.

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Merger

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Spend one day as the person you always imagined you’d be. If it suits you, do it for a second day. Then a third. Continue impersonating your dream-self until you grow tired and decide to call it quits, or filial … Continue reading →

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Diorama

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Make a shoebox diorama of your dream life. Install a macaroni model of yourself into this dream life. Place the diorama in a dark closet and let it sit there for days, weeks, years. Take it out of the closet … Continue reading →

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Masks

Posted on October 20, 2026 by John Biscello

You are about to kiss and be kissed. There is the matter of masks. You remove the first one, which is to say the outermost mask. Your lover removes her first one, and then her second. She is ahead of … Continue reading →

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