Tag Archives: blues

Born Blues

Posted on September 23, 2022 by John Biscello

I am the foster child of rampant insular lyricism. In it I was raised wild and came meekly to regard the moon as a shotgun blast from the mouth of eternity. I, setting core to task, get greedy, rabid, blood … Continue reading →

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Blue Boy

Posted on January 14, 2021 by John Biscello

   There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something 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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Them Blues

Posted on November 16, 2020 by John Biscello

“… the blues is an impulse to keep the painful details and episodes of a brutal experience alive in one’s aching consciousness, to finger its jagged train and transcend it, not by the consolation of philosophy but by squeezing from … Continue reading →

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Burn

Posted on November 13, 2017 by John Biscello

The out of womb blues, torch song on code red alert– Slow burning for home.

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Rumple

Posted on October 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Street rumpled and wet, heartsick man stranded in bed– Blue Monday spread thick.

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