Tag Archives: cicada

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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Volume by White

Posted on May 23, 2017 by John Biscello

The staggered trajectory of the cicada’s voiceprints, a slow clean fade into reprieve and lasting fugue.

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Usher

Posted on August 22, 2016 by John Biscello

August, its days nearly numbered, summer’s pink noiseless fade and exit (how cicadas bury their voices in hollows of silence), autumn’s fresh jags of Memory, reaping, with finite sorrow, the climate-cracked shells of seeds (how tiny birds bury their songs … Continue reading →

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