Tag Archives: dark

Not Nietzche

Posted on March 4, 2018 by John Biscello

If you gaze long enough into a lighted window at night, eventually the lighted window goes dark. (i.e., Common Sense for Uncommonly Complicated Philosophers Who Hang out at Starbucks and Read Immanuel Kant While Hoping That the Nerdy-Cute Barista Finally … Continue reading →

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Opaque

Posted on March 2, 2018 by John Biscello

Rebirthing, within fathomless hues, beyond the opaque rim, and vanishing, someone waits to claim your life anew.

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Fairy Tale

Posted on February 27, 2018 by John Biscello

It is the other stepsister, the disinherited one, known only as The Vamp, who played dark foil to Cinderella’s happiness, when she seduced and blackmailed the Prince, ignited a calculated run of scandals, and forced Cinderella to yield the glass … Continue reading →

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Ember

Posted on February 19, 2018 by John Biscello

How a writer, cave-timing dark and solitude, annoints an ember by crafting the small hours into a flagrant torch.

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Darking Anya

Posted on January 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d make a tent on my bedroom … Continue reading →

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Porchlight

Posted on January 2, 2018 by John Biscello

The porchlight in one’s personal heaven is always on, solace through staid aureole for orphans wandering heartsick in the dark.

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Husk

Posted on December 31, 2017 by John Biscello

The quiet net of one’s fingers, mute and aggrieved, yet lapping volumes of light, a measureless brood husking the dark to derive a glean, its rivet bound to the commonest plight.

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Ravels

Posted on December 31, 2017 by John Biscello

At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.

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Coyote, a Christmas Story

Posted on December 24, 2017 by John Biscello

Get on with your dying, Coyote urged. It is time. I was scared. I was scared of the unknown. I was scared of letting go. Scared of dissolving my identity. Who would I become? That is the nature of metamorphosis, … Continue reading →

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Dam

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

She swallows stones, or is made to—what feels like a martyred plunge of boulders. I am, by proxy, crushed. Is this what is meant by god-dam? The circulatory flush of light to dark dammed, and no god gets in … Continue reading →

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