Tag Archives: burial

Plot

Posted on November 17, 2025 by John Biscello

   Yesterday I buried my mother. Two mothers. Maybe three, or four. I have had many mothers in the small hours of this modest and shrinking life. All my mothers are tassels of foam threading mighty surf. All my mothers … Continue reading →

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Plot

Posted on September 4, 2025 by John Biscello

Yesterday I buried my mother. Two mothers. Maybe three, or four. I have had many mothers in the small hours of this modest and shrinking life. All of my mothers are tassels of foam threading mighty surf. All of my … Continue reading →

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Rose is a Rose is a Rose

Posted on October 17, 2017 by John Biscello

Enfolding vortex, chambers of rose burial– to die claiming love.   (Kiss from a Rose © Harold Davis. Used with permission.)

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Found

Posted on September 11, 2017 by John Biscello

Notes from underground, written by future-self, now– once was lost, now found.

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