Tag Archives: dark

Outerwear

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

The dark is the clothing in which our ghosts animate themselves.

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Paper Cuts

Posted on October 8, 2026 by John Biscello

 In the preferred company of words, a slow monarchy and infirmary is formed. Words paper over silence and wounds. Something about the dark blesses us.

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Runway for Taxi Dancers

Posted on September 24, 2026 by John Biscello
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Jazz

Posted on September 24, 2026 by John Biscello

The work as in the dreaming, as in the dreaming-doing, as in the beat drumming at the core underscored by silence and dark spooning. In the dark we bump into walls, clumsily grope, and tell ourselves stories, sometimes all at … Continue reading →

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Catalog

Posted on September 23, 2026 by John Biscello

I could not stare into anyone’s eyes too long. It was like staring openly at the sun. The light was too much to bear. Not to mention, within the stunning freight of light projected from eyes were congealed glittering specks … Continue reading →

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Travelogue

Posted on May 21, 2026 by John Biscello

In the gauzy rectum of Memory, perpetrating cosplay in darkened rooms, you encounter, in rounded turns and cursive, a shadowed cast of masked strangers and fools, aligned to moving distances, through which rarest intimacy is bred to conspire and seduce.

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Night Call

Posted on March 5, 2026 by John Biscello

Modeling a Warhol factory recall in red and blatant noir, a long day’s journey into a cinematic cliché of night casts her in the static role of gauzy extra— the frontal glare of lucid life finds her fading in quiet … Continue reading →

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Dark Matter

Posted on December 4, 2025 by John Biscello

A story from out of the dark. First there was one voice, followed by a second voice … the dark twists itself into shapes and semblances. The dark is the clothing our ghosts wear. I have tried to acquaint myself … Continue reading →

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Words and Silence

Posted on December 1, 2025 by John Biscello

There’s no one left to finger, no one left to blame. Someone sang that. I wish I had sung that. I didn’t. I echo. I am echoes proliferating like genetically disturbed rabbits. Maybe neurodivergent rabbits copulating is a better term, … Continue reading →

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Girl in the Dark, Twice

Posted on November 28, 2025 by John Biscello

1.    A girl in the dark, in a corner, spitting out sunflower seeds, spitting out sunflower seeds into the dark.    Pppfft-pppfft, the sound her mouth makes when spitting, and the barely audible plip when the shells hit the … Continue reading →

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