Tag Archives: america

Way Station

Posted on October 11, 2025 by John Biscello

I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day, I had already been out walking in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading →

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Ark

Posted on February 20, 2024 by John Biscello

Semen has flowed. The danger is past. This is an old proverb from a sunken country, a made-up country, a country that no longer exists or never did. This mother country with its many flaring mother tongues and tidals of … Continue reading →

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Semen

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

Semen has flowed. The danger is past. This is an old proverb from a sunken country, one that no longer exists. This mother country with its many flaring mother tongues and tidals of flowing semen represents the Great Flood. Semen … Continue reading →

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Bullet Proof

Posted on January 9, 2024 by John Biscello

Take every American bullet from every American gun and make necklaces that are shipped overseas to random people sharing the common denominator that all their names begin and end with a letter. Inside these boxes will be a uniform note, … Continue reading →

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Bluegrass

Posted on May 13, 2023 by John Biscello

Music plays a significant role in both the construction and tone of None So Distant, with one of the sections, titled Jukebox, functioning as a mythical and conceptual music catalog. Below is one of the “songs” from Jukebox. BLUEGRASSOffbeat lonesome … Continue reading →

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Tramps

Posted on November 26, 2022 by John Biscello
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Lore and Order

Posted on November 25, 2022 by John Biscello
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Found Lost

Posted on November 15, 2022 by John Biscello

We recall fondly. We recollect. The good old days in which we titled windmills redolently and rode clanging dusty boxcars across the glaring horizontal spread of america. What a lay we said hitching up our pants sticking our peckers into … Continue reading →

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American Alley

Posted on November 16, 2020 by John Biscello

“What absurdity.  There is not one novel of America.  There are a thousand Americas. Big Business is only one of its inhuman, monstrous products.  But jazz is the expression of America’s romantic self, its sensual potency, its lyrical force. Big … Continue reading →

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State of Address

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

A salon. After hours. Dimly lit. We see a red styling chair. Behind it are a counter and a wide mounted mirror. In the right upper-corner of the frame there are dismembered mannequins set against a wall. The salon OWNER, … Continue reading →

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