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After Party

Posted on January 26, 2022 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 →

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God’s Word Against Mine

Posted on January 24, 2022 by John Biscello

And on the eighth day she was diagnosed an Artist, and saw that it was good and fierce and necessary, and went forth creating like a madwoman, rattling gravity shackles to the din of furor and crumbling towers within. (Poem … Continue reading →

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Immigration Laws

Posted on January 21, 2022 by John Biscello

We areimmigrants in our own skin,flash-fire refugeeswho get by with falsified papers,fake IDs, and forged signatures.If caught and found guiltyof a trespassor transgression,we pardon ourselvesin our native tongues,language a placeholderfor the nameswe were forcedto annul. (Poem from the collection, Arclight.)

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Sylvia Plath

Posted on December 15, 2021 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 →

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Jean Rhys

Posted on October 19, 2020 by John Biscello

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading →

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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.

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D’Arc Night of the Soul

Posted on October 31, 2019 by John Biscello

(For All Hallow’s eve, a “witch’s” tale) Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upper lip into … Continue reading →

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The Passion of Joan

Posted on April 4, 2019 by John Biscello

Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upper lip into a totem, before Louise Brooks and Josephine … Continue reading →

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Book Giveaway

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

In honor of National Poetry Month (and April’s Fool’s Day) I will be giving away ten digital copies of my poetry collection, Arclight, to the first ten respondees. To request a copy, email me: johnbiscello@gmail.com. Cheers, and in the immortal … Continue reading →

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Funky Monk Live

Posted on March 14, 2019 by John Biscello

Video clips from the Arclight book launch at Studio 107-B in Taos, NM (3/12/19). Performing “Funky Monk” w/ Ben Wright on the bass.

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