Tag Archives: death

Elegy

Posted on September 10, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems At the rooted center and trembling wake of this elegant haunted universe symmetry and chorus call upon us intimately as first and last witnesses emptying out to the grief and cherish of every taken breath … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry | Tagged bamboo forest, breath, death, japan, kyoto, landscape, life, poem, Poetry, symmetry, trees | Leave a comment

Apocalypse Now and Again

Posted on November 30, 2022 by John Biscello

Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Prose | Tagged apocalypse, death, endings, Poetry, Prose, Spoken Word, text | 3 Comments

Time Enough At Last

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Time, the sound of time racing through our ears, slipping past us, children’s bicycles the sound of brrrrrringgg brrrrrringggg, bells on bicycles brrrrrringgging, and the children become more or less old then more or less dead and we hold funerals … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Prose | Tagged Artwork, bikes, death, Poetry, Prose, time, words | Leave a comment

Death Rides In On A Pony

Posted on December 29, 2020 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 →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged death, dialogue between death and me, hobbyhorses and ponies, John Biscello, mysterious ways, Prose | Leave a comment

Reckon

Posted on May 17, 2018 by John Biscello

You, true to your own scythe, perpetrate with fierce love, small necessary deaths, you, whispering sweet winged words of encouragement to your reaper, Hurry now, slowly, and bless my broken softly, bless every last ghost through the numinous host of … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged death, John Biscello, life, love, poem, reaper, resurrection, self | Leave a comment

No Dominion

Posted on March 29, 2018 by John Biscello

It was about time, epitaph planned in advance– Will you dance with me?

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged dance, death, Dylan Thomas, epitaph, gallow's humor, grave, haiku, immortality, John Biscello, life, poem | Leave a comment

Mercy

Posted on March 5, 2018 by John Biscello

She, unmoving, has remained the same for millennia, mercy on a tether. As for the tombs, the plots, the names engraved on headstones, those are always different, change, the truest source of sorrow replenished.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged angel of mercy, angel of sorrow, dead, death, grave, John Biscello, love, mercy, names, poem, Poetry, tombstone, weeping | 1 Comment

Bonepick

Posted on February 24, 2018 by John Biscello

I tell myself stories in the dark, Anya. Whether or not they help is either of primary consequence or none at all. Sometimes you have to walk through the boneyard in order to reach the garden. This what I tell … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged anya, Beauty, bones, Brooklyn, death, garden, John Biscello, love, no man's brooklyn, novel, rebirth, romance, story | Leave a comment

Solstice

Posted on December 23, 2017 by John Biscello

On the day the Trickster died in vain Winter set in to consecrate its crucifix and initiate the changing of seasons.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged coyote, death, fence, God, John Biscello, nature, New Mexico, poem, Poetry, snow, Taos, Trickster, Winter | Leave a comment

2-Sentence Horror Story

Posted on December 22, 2017 by John Biscello

Will you marry me, and promise to be mine forever and ever? Yes, she agreed, one foot in the grave, the other scraping forward.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged autumn, church, death, grave, house, John Biscello, love, marriage, photo, poem, Poetry, sky, Taos | Leave a comment