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Apocalyptic Bop

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Happy to be a creative contributor to the resurrected and phoenix rising incarnation of Dilate magazine. Issue 2 just dropped for the new year.

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Dilate

Posted on November 27, 2023 by John Biscello

Audio and text versions of my piece, “Apocalypse Now & Again” appearing in the inaguaural online issue of Dilate Magazine. ABOUT “This is your last chance. After this there is no turning back. You take the blue pill, the story ends; … Continue reading →

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Jackdaw and the Doll (2nd Edition)

Posted on November 23, 2023 by John Biscello

After a brief period of being out of print, a new edition of The Jackdaw and the Doll is now available. “Yokoyama’s graphite illustrations …fashion an understated, symbolic elegy for a famous literary voice … Poetic descriptions of Kafka’s storytelling deftly capture … Continue reading →

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Edges

Posted on October 19, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Zen, and the art of postcard from no known sender– You, too, are passing.

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Bone Jig

Posted on December 6, 2022 by John Biscello
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Lemon

Posted on November 23, 2022 by John Biscello

I don’t tell him there is no such thing as Claudia Lemon, she’s invented, he knows nothing about Clarise Lermontov, my ghost, my first country, there is no Clarise, only Claudia Lemon,  and there is the young girl who loved … Continue reading →

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Doll

Posted on November 18, 2022 by John Biscello

Nineteen rifles and the village was burned to the ground nineteen rifles stolen by rebels and then came the awful burning down what was called scorched earth policy. My mother my father my brother were burned down to the ground … Continue reading →

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Time after Time

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

When and where time goes unrecognized there is a beautiful purposeless freeze, the swiftness of eternity so swift there is no race at all, no motion, just music, which is why shakespeare urged one and all to play on, why … Continue reading →

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In Our Solitude

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Near to the bones of warming solitude. Within vagrancy’s timelocked spells we wander you could say we are wanderstruck. Modes of lyrical living allows us to bask in living alone in the company of words stories voices. For them we … Continue reading →

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Cameo

Posted on November 16, 2022 by John Biscello

Our lot is a sorry one also blessed. None of us object. Out here we feast on slimming heaps of gratitude. No one is greedy. No one complains. We no longer expect answers from the answerless even though we keep … Continue reading →

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