Category Archives: Poetry

Pandora

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

I won’t call this a book because no one reads books anymore, no one gives two shits and a dime about books. I’ll call this an exalted and long overdue mania, a catalytic inversion, a freebase purge. Whatever, whatever. Voyeurs … Continue reading →

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Perfect Day

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

The weevils chewing through the walls and burrowing into the hollows. Rot sets in. Yet I wake up and the sun is a perfect circle, a ball of fire, a kissing fool’s star. I smile. To hell with the weevils. … Continue reading →

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Semen

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

Semen has flowed. The danger is past. This is an old proverb from a sunken country, one that no longer exists. This mother country with its many flaring mother tongues and tidals of flowing semen represents the Great Flood. Semen … Continue reading →

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Titanic

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

If there were two, then let us say there were two. The two danced on the time-haunted deck of the Titanic, they called it the Titanic because they understood the floor beneath their feet was not to be trusted, nor … Continue reading →

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The Ghostwriter Variations

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

I    Now that he was dead, everything was different.  No more desire or ambition, no more pressures or expectations.  All of that had gone the instant his human life had expired.    As a ghost, at first he wondered … Continue reading →

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A Man Walks Into

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

   A man walks into a man. He realizes it’s the same man … they’re … the same man. They merge. Naturally. Inviolably. A man walks into a man and a merger occurs.    Who was I before I walked … Continue reading →

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Alchemical Cahoots

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

The year of alchemy. Alchemical means. The invisible world. Crosses and cruxes and crossroads. There are, the wizard explained, contracts with the invisible world. There are binding contracts. And ones that can be dissolved. How can I tell the difference … Continue reading →

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Knocking on Silence

Posted on January 24, 2024 by John Biscello

   Writing often feels like knocking on silence.  Like, I’m at some mysterious stranger’s door and it is raining outside and I am wet and rumpled (inside and out), hoping the door will open and I will be let in. … Continue reading →

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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. 4

Posted on January 22, 2024 by John Biscello

The fourth and final volume is dedicated to vanishing points, prevailing absences and Zen-empty ephemera.

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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. 3

Posted on January 18, 2024 by John Biscello

This volume features shrines and cemeteries, and a visit to Ryokan’s hut.

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