What Dreams May Come

Posted on August 30, 2018 by John Biscello
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Piers, cloud-crowned,
reflectively slotted in her shadowlife.
Nocturne on the horizon.

 

 

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Uncover Girl

Posted on August 27, 2018 by John Biscello
Full cover spread of Nocturne Variations, coming this November.

NOCTURNVARIATIONS.COVERPROOF

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Veils

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello
2018-07-08 19.56.02
Veils thin, and purple,
to reveal those between worlds–
Do not be so sure.
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Apparitional

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello
2018-07-08 19.55.52
Trudging through fresh dusk,
apparitions leave no prints–
twilight becomes them.
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Scarring

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello
2018-07-08 18.02.55
There are stories, chanced
to be heard in silent scars–
listen with your eyes.
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Hemingway in Mexico

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello
2018-07-08 14.09.58
Papa Hemingway,
gone to pot in Mexico–
to have and have not.
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Hotel Story

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello
2018-07-08 13.51.24
Where she fell in love,
a red-lettered memory
of palms holding sun.
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Haunt

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello
2018-07-08 13.22.36
Even last call could
not keep the dead away from
their favorite haunt.
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Ghost Story

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello
2018-07-08 13.12.33
Running on empty
every voice wondered where
its body had gone.
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Pitch

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello
2018-07-07 13.53.30
The cave witch’s broom,
flares–All those who enter here
shall know nightmare’s pitch.
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