Tag Archives: birth

Mayday

Posted on November 17, 2025 by John Biscello

My mother’s grief attends nightly to her bones. It is a funeral in reverse, or a funeral in slow-motion, longing for a mourning long delayed. We stall ourselves in grief—idling, passive—and the freest parts become small dark birds tearing away … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged arrivals and departures, birth, creation, family, grief, memory, mother, son, story, trauma | 2 Comments

Miasma

Posted on September 1, 2025 by John Biscello

I have mimicked many voices to track and capture my mother’s theriomorphic grief, therefore my own: history pared and blood-let outside of time. Inside time, once upon a time, my mother was, as she tells it, a terrified-out-of-her-mind seventeen-year-old, not … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged birth, birthing blues, connection, grief, hospital, human condition, mother, Poetry, Prose, son, text | Leave a comment

Origin Story

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Rending the cosmos,to midwife its own star-seed,to papoose night-bloom. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

Posted in Artwork, Poetry | Tagged birth, cosmos, haiku, origins, pen and ink, Poetry, seed, star, starstuff | Leave a comment

Birthing Slivers

Posted on November 21, 2022 by John Biscello

She came to me when I was a child. Let’s say when I was two, no three. She came to me when I was three. That is me, aged three, centuries ago, someone else’s tears crystallized into this frail pulsing … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose | Tagged angel, birth, music, photography, Prose, text, voices, wings, words | Leave a comment

A Star is Born

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.

Posted in Artwork, photography, Poetry | Tagged art, birth, haiku, poem, star seed, Stars | Leave a comment

Intimation

Posted on November 19, 2020 by John Biscello

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star” – William Wordsworth Once upon a star, lyrics mated with the dark– Memory was born.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged birth, haiku, John Biscello, memory, poem, soul, star, wordsworth | 1 Comment

Intraverse

Posted on April 29, 2018 by John Biscello

(Intraverse, Epitaph for a Beginning is a 24-part poem, which will be included in my collection Arclight. I wanted to present it here, uncut, for those who enjoy swallowing their jagged metaphysical fragments whole.) 1. Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged arclight, birth, epitaph, fragments, inner life, intraverse, John Biscello, long poem, Poetry, writer's life | 6 Comments

Starseed

Posted on March 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Artwork, birth, child, cosmos, izumi yokoyama, John Biscello, life, midwife, night bloom, painting, phaiku, poem, starseed | Leave a comment

Haze

Posted on February 28, 2018 by John Biscello

Imperturbable, the necessary golem roots in the cradle where lullabies fan, and hover, as if haze to gently respiring bloom. (Sculpture by Constantin Brancusi)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged birth, Brancusi, buddha, cradle, gentle, golem, haze, John Biscello, love, lullaby, poem, Poetry, the source | Leave a comment

Arclight

Posted on December 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed shawls … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged abstract, Abstract Expressionism, birth, dream, eptiaph, fire, God, John Biscello, Light, Mark Rothko, poem, Poetry, red, Yellow | Leave a comment