Tag Archives: Blue

City Lights

Posted on December 11, 2025 by John Biscello

There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something’s happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue. Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading →

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Winter

Posted on November 17, 2025 by John Biscello

I say my mother’s grief was white on white … I say this, but this is not true all the time. The colors change. My mother’s grief has been pink, blue, red. Yet, more and more, when I am … Continue reading →

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Blue

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

I knew this. Even before I met her, I knew this. But she, as an explicit confirmation, as a caretaker and symbiotic mouthpiece to my unsaid secrets, said, and so concisely—Dreams come out of the blue, returning to the blue. … Continue reading →

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How Many Miles?

Posted on October 20, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. There is no journey– Only myths in which we fit our lust to wander.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Blue, clouds, haiku, japan, journey, niigata, poem, trains, travel, wanderlust | Leave a comment

Way

Posted on October 20, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Every crossing moves in step with homesickness for places unknown.

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Stairway

Posted on October 17, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. It is true, you know– I fall in love too easily with the grayday jazz of blue rustscabbed stairways entreating vision and lore to initiate a dream sequence worthy of ghostly passage without tracks or … Continue reading →

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Into the Blue

Posted on December 22, 2020 by John Biscello

I have been scratching at air since I was a child, and have had the good fortune of feeling into words that have fallen out of thin blue nowhere– And these words I have gathered, or to put it more … Continue reading →

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Found Blue

Posted on October 25, 2020 by John Biscello

We do not enter the bluest hours, they come upon us, tender fugue and gallows silk, where we, in blatant trembling sheerness, are revealed to ourselves as the bated wisps between air and perish.

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Tread Softly

Posted on June 25, 2018 by John Biscello

I like them damaged, closer to real, the marrow in the blue void that seals hymns airtight, narrow interior dancing the hips and thighs to the gospel according to arson, the smolder and bake of flame-twisted wicks, I like where … Continue reading →

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Pour

Posted on April 15, 2018 by John Biscello

I get lost, looking, so much sky to soften course, so much light, slow poured.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Blue, clouds, found, gazing, haiku, John Biscello, Light, lost, nature, poem, pour, sky | Leave a comment