Video clips from the Arclight book launch at Studio 107-B in Taos, NM (3/12/19). Performing “Funky Monk” w/ Ben Wright on the bass. Advertisements
Haiku in honor of Charlie Parker’s death-day (March 12th) Yardbird’s singed solo, wings crisped to perfect measure– fly now, pray later.
Happy birthday (March 12th), Jack Kerouac! My poem from Arclight honoring the man behind the mythical scrolls. When I was a young man, a budding scribe eager to blossom white fire, and scabbed lotuses, you meant the world to me. … Continue reading
In honor of Charles Bukowski on his death-date, March 10th. Bluebird in his heart, caught in the cross-hairs of vice– Fuck pretty, sing life.
Originally posted on FREE VERSE REVOLUTION:
She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy…
My review of Yoko Tawada’s dystopic delight, The Emissary, a.k.a., The Last Children of Tokyo. I have seen the future and it’s murder — Leonard Cohen, “The Future” Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. Death walks into a bar, wielding … Continue reading
A poem written in response to Izumi Yokoyama’s “Wild Horse,” for an upcoming ekphrasis event. 1. The cosmos has no time for serious thought. Only horseplay, amorphic in a milkbath of dark matter. 2. Horse. A noun fashioned from the symmetry … Continue reading
Originally posted on Snowflakes in a Blizzard:
THE BOOK: Raking the Dust PUBLISHED IN: April 2018 THE AUTHOR: John Biscello THE EDITOR: Sophia Noulas THE PUBLISHER: Unsolicited Press SUMMARY: In this rogue’s tale, full of sound, fury, and surrealism, we meet…
Originally posted on INDIE BLU(E):
What an incredible and irreplaceable collection. John Biscello has already earned his stripes with the first poem in his book Arclight. Biscello has that very rare quality of being a natural born poet. His…
Because his middle name was Valentine, a V-Day tribute poem to that “boy from Brooklyn,” Mr. Henry Valentine Miller, from my book Arclight. Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spray paint … Continue reading
