Revolution

miller on bike

Miller on his bike,
joy riding through the cosmos–
the lore of cycling.

 

(Photo: Henry Miller and his bike)

 

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Window

Maya-Deren-Meshes-of-the-Afternoon-1943
Withdrawal intends
its own wan truth and fading–
Twilight becomes her.

 

(Meshes of the Afternoon, Maya Deren, 1943)
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It’s a Kind of Magic

maya deren
Crafting from a wordless place,
the Sorcerer’s stones
became young girls trying to escape
the grip
of an audience
that preyed
on magic
and cinema.

 

(Image by Maya Deren)
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Of Time and the River – John Biscello

Short prose piece on Free Verse Revolution

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Origin Story

man ray (2)
The music stayed still, grew
its own body to rapture
and grieve,
in concert with
a species of veil
crafted from small, rare birds
and the meshes
of patterned weeping.

 

(Image by Man Ray)
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Hers and Hers

lynchtown
Never the same woman twice,
reality assigns symmetry to fractures,
while crossing infinite lengths
in blurred pursuit
of fated mending.
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Silent Night

louise brooks III
Start with the glacial base,
the hunk of unforgiving crystal
on which the tree is mounted,
then trace the filigreed limbs
of the tree, its shadow
a twin belonging to the woman
modeling Winter
as a softly fringed species
of smoldering wraith,
and come to your end,
panting, inflamed,
aware of how much distance
can be covered
by way of yearning.
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Now Showing

song of cicada
Constellations pogo
to the logic of spores
mounting an art show
protean in course
and limnal uproar.

 

(Artwork by Chua ek Kay)
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Lost in Transit

lost
the morning after
she realized the life she led
was someone else’s.

 

 

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Biscello & Badalamenti at the Rose City Book Pub

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June 6 @ 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm

Rose City Book Pub, 1329 NE Fremont, Portland, OR 97212

 

Portland’s new chill-n-chat literary hotspot, the Rose City Book Pub, will host Unsolicited Press authors, John Biscello and Frances Badalamenti, who will be reading from their respective novels: Nocturne Variations and I Don’t Blame You. Books will be available for purchase, and the evening will also include a special musical performance by Elite Beat.

NOCTURNE VARIATIONS: Dystopic Peter Pan meets surrealist noir in this cinemythical tale about love, loss and the illusions of shadow-play.

Los Angeles, December, 1989, is when we first meet seventeen-year-old Piers, runaway, savant puppeteer, spiritual love-child of Holden Caulfield and Edie Sedgwick. Addicted to Sike, an experimental drug which promises a surrogate return to Childhood, Piers, in an act of revenge, robs a briefcase full of Sike from her dealer and flees L.A., pursued by two hit men. Hiding out in a stark Southwestern town called Redline, where she meets and is taken in by a man named Henry Hook, Piers is soon confronted by the buried trauma of her past and the ghosts risen from old haunts.

Comprising a jigsaw synthesis of narrative, journal entries, letters, monologues, screenplay, poems, photographs, and press clippings, Nocturne renders an interior world of fragments and parallels, and casts a tinted light on that neverland between dreaming and waking.

JOHN BISCELLO: Originally from Brooklyn, NY, author, poet, performer, and playwright, John Biscello, has called Taos, New Mexico home since 2001. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations; a collection of stories, Freeze Tag; and a poetry collection, Arclight.

I DON’T BLAME YOU: I Don’t Blame You is a young woman’s journey of losing her mother a mere two months before becoming a mother. It follows Ana through a year of going between her home in Portland and her mother’s home base in New Jersey as she battled cancer and as Ana grew a baby. The narrative begins with backstory around her mother’s early life being raised by a single mother in poverty in a Bronx tenement apartment and also her father’s early years in depression-era Brooklyn, both raised in challenging circumstances by Italian immigrants. It takes the reader through their bitter divorce after raising three children and after twenty-five years of marriage, which left Ana’s mother to raise her alone, the youngest of four kids by ten years, as a not very capable and mentally unwell single mother. The story continues through her hardscrabble childhood and adolescence and then pushes forward towards the year of her mother’s illness and Ana’s pregnancy. The narrative takes the reader through her mother’s death and quite soon after, a last minute decision to give birth at home, after which her mother and son became the two ships that passed in the night.

FRANCES BADALAMENTI: Frances was born and raised in Queens, New York and Suburban Jersey, but now lives in Portland, Ore. with her husband and son. Her memoir, I Don’t Blame You, about losing her mother and becoming a mother, is forthcoming from Unsolicited Press. You can find her personal essays and stories at Mutha Magazine, Hip Mama, Longreads and Vol1Brooklyn. She is currently working on her second novel.

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