Category Archives: Uncategorized

Tatters

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

For many years I asked Grief to wait outside my window, a peripheral guest chancing obscure, fugitive details, and lighted tatters. Have I been a poor host, stranger to my own ghost and remnants?

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Something Blissful This Way Comes

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Census

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Your soul’s country is much bigger than you think. Find every last you there.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | 1 Comment

Pathfinder

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

Traveling mapless backroads, I found heaven looking for me.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Lovesong for Self

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

  It became a goal, soul-mate to my own damned self— Nerves on the first date.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Coil

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

To caper at the edge, where the seething lyric happens, poetry with slits and fast teeth, where the hours of phenomena are boiled and reduced to a single quivering instant, an umbilical knot of light upon tenderest scraps and coils.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

After Party

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

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 wound up for centuries, released, on … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Immigration Laws

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

We are immigrants in our own skin, flash-fire refugees who get by with falsified papers, fake IDs, and forged signatures. If caught and found guilty of a trespass or transgression, we pardon ourselves in our native tongues, language a placeholder … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Claim for the Meek

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Sylvia Plath

Posted on November 24, 2019 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 →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment