Tag Archives: Dada

Death Rides in on a Pony

Posted on November 20, 2024 by John Biscello

When Death showed up on a broken-down pony, I scoffed. This, really? What, Death said, looking around, unsure as to who or what I was referring. You’re Death, right? Yes. THE Death? You can check my I.D. And you’ve come … Continue reading →

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Mating Call

Posted on August 18, 2017 by John Biscello

In a traceless sky, Dali’s lovebird moustaches– Dada’s nature call.

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