Tag Archives: Artwork

Turn Turn Turn

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Each spring they return,bound to renew small wonders–Innocent by turns. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Seer

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

How little they know,of her flights beyond reason–Her world, winged, widens. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Review Tales

Posted on July 17, 2024 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Jeyran Main’s recently published review of The Jackdaw and the Doll on “Review Tales.” “The Jackdaw and the Doll is an ode to the storyteller’s journey, a celebration of the art that arises from the deepest wells of … Continue reading →

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Vanishing Point

Posted on August 15, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Until I can see you, the cities will vanish, effaced mutely in swaths of white on white, a glaring monopoly and divide— alone these distances prevail to hail symmetry, its pageants and faults, the legacy … Continue reading →

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All Dreaming

Posted on December 5, 2022 by John Biscello
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Slimming Heaps

Posted on November 29, 2022 by John Biscello
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Our Lady of Dust

Posted on November 21, 2022 by John Biscello

They taught us dust. Those were our lessons. There were other lessons but allegedly none more important than the lessons in dust the sermons. We dreamed dust. We ate dust. There was dust favoring the sunlight insisting upon the rotting … Continue reading →

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Every Always

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

So, to example: There was a tramp both in and out of time, an iconic tramp who is now and always, he is not old never old, not new never new, he is ever and now and always this tramp … Continue reading →

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Prints

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

We slip through our own fingers in bluest forget-me-nots, and keep on slipping wondering where the falling leads. Artwork by Chua Ek Kay

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Time Enough At Last

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Time, the sound of time racing through our ears, slipping past us, children’s bicycles the sound of brrrrrringgg brrrrrringggg, bells on bicycles brrrrrringgging, and the children become more or less old then more or less dead and we hold funerals … Continue reading →

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