John Biscello

The Jackdaw and the Doll

Posted on April 30, 2020 by John Biscello

In what has been an inspired harmonizing of words and art, and a storyscape richly carved out of light, shadows and dream-stuff, The Jackdaw and the Doll has been completed. This fable, penned by yours truly, and illustrated by pen-and-ink sorceress of worlds within worlds, Miss Izumi Yokoyama, has reached the end of one phase, in what we we hope will be a charmed and magical journey into the hearts of readers.

We now embark on our next phase: finding the the right publisher to help our Jackdaw take flight.

And away we go!

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Taos Journal of Poetry and Art

Posted on April 30, 2020 by John Biscello

I am honored to have two of my poems–“Anne Sexton” and “Sylvia Plath”–included in Issue #12 of the Taos Journal of Poetry and Art, which is now live.

From the Mission Statement, by editor Robin Shawver:

“This spring 2020, the world joins together now in a surreal landscape of pause.

Months before this moment, I took over as Editor of The Taos Journal of International Poetry and Art, and so begun my journey with this issue and with the poets and artists featured here.

In Issue 12, New Mexico poets and artists continue to be highlighted as well as poets currently living or from varying Unites States and countries around the world. “Grey Day,” the collage created by artist Johanna DeBiasse is the image that introduces the current issue.

The journal was begun eight years ago by Catherine Strisik and Veronica Golos in Taos, New Mexico, U.S., amid astounding horizontal beauty of mesas and the vertical allure of mountains. I will continue to hold that splendor close as I gaze on new mountains in the city of Qingdao, China where I currently live.”

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(“Grey Day,” mixed media collage by Johanna DeBiase)

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The Silence and Other Poems

Posted on April 24, 2020 by John Biscello

“The Silence” and three other poems–“Into the Mystic,” “The New Romantics,” and “To the Lighthouse”–now appearing as a conceptual quartet in Riot Material.

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Legend

Posted on April 23, 2020 by John Biscello

Metamorphosis makes demands on us all,
and imposes its necessary will,
but love, rooted in omnipresence,
is not subject to change.
It is a legend, limitless in freight and scope,
and famous for its radiant center.

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Tenor

Posted on April 19, 2020 by John Biscello

The difference between

I am here

and

I was here

is delicately slight,

and not really a matter of tense

but rather one of plaited tenor

and climate,

in which degrees,

separating our ghost from our dreams,

keeps us shivering warmly

between rippling sheets

of ephemera,

and the audacious

memory of longing.

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Icy Hot

Posted on April 19, 2020 by John Biscello

Between worlds,

vying for merger,

the reigning glacial celibacy

of stars,

and the marvelous frisson

of pure mortal throb—

Where you are not,

find your ghost’s

bluest breath of want

upon a mirrored caste

of longing.

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Sheer

Posted on April 19, 2020 by John Biscello

By course of sheerness,

our fragilest bits exposed–

How the light gets in.

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Found Blue

Posted on April 19, 2020 by John Biscello

We do not enter the bluest hours,

they come upon us, tender fugue

and gallows silk,

where we, in blatant trembling sheerness,

are revealed to ourselves as the bated wisps

between air and perish.

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Cathedral

Posted on April 18, 2020 by John Biscello

From the absolute hovel

of unlettered ruins,

a crabby shard,

reflecting a tasseled badge of moonlight—

this, the modest origins

to ceremony and marvel,

as she built an outlaw cathedral

of self,

in which she dwelled and worshipped,

vagrantly hospitable

to the glittering harem of angels

who, nightly,

swooped down

to carve sacral

texts of light

upon her rumored longing

to grow sheer,

and host holy fire.

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Music

Posted on April 16, 2020 by John Biscello

To the call of light,

Music, unending, beckons

you to harmonize.

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We now embark on our next phase: finding the the right publisher to help our Jackdaw take flight.

And away we go!

I am honored to have two of my poems–“Anne Sexton” and “Sylvia Plath”–included in Issue #12 of the Taos Journal of Poetry and Art, which is now live.

From the Mission Statement, by editor Robin Shawver:

(“Grey Day,” mixed media collage by Johanna DeBiase)

“The Silence” and three other poems–“Into the Mystic,” “The New Romantics,” and “To the Lighthouse”–now appearing as a conceptual quartet in Riot Material.

Metamorphosis makes demands on us all, and imposes its necessary will, but love, rooted in omnipresence, is not subject to change. It is a legend, limitless in freight and scope, and famous for its radiant center.

The difference between

I am here

and

I was here

is delicately slight,

and not really a matter of tense

but rather one of plaited tenor

and climate,

in which degrees,

separating our ghost from our dreams,

keeps us shivering warmly

between rippling sheets

of ephemera,

and the audacious

memory of longing.

Between worlds,

vying for merger,

the reigning glacial celibacy

of stars,

and the marvelous frisson

of pure mortal throb—

Where you are not,

find your ghost’s

bluest breath of want

upon a mirrored caste

of longing.

By course of sheerness,

our fragilest bits exposed–

How the light gets in.

We do not enter the bluest hours,

they come upon us, tender fugue

and gallows silk,

where we, in blatant trembling sheerness,

are revealed to ourselves as the bated wisps

between air and perish.

From the absolute hovel

of unlettered ruins,

a crabby shard,

reflecting a tasseled badge of moonlight—

this, the modest origins

to ceremony and marvel,

as she built an outlaw cathedral

of self,

in which she dwelled and worshipped,

vagrantly hospitable

to the glittering harem of angels

who, nightly,

swooped down

to carve sacral

texts of light

upon her rumored longing

to grow sheer,

and host holy fire.

To the call of light,

Music, unending, beckons

you to harmonize.

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Metamorphosis makes demands on us all,
and imposes its necessary will,
but love, rooted in omnipresence,
is not subject to change.
It is a legend, limitless in freight and scope,
and famous for its radiant center.