Tag Archives: death

Unrequited

Posted on October 12, 2017 by John Biscello

Pale girl’s greenest grief, fleeced by soft seedless petals– Hands blooming to freeze.

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Thread

Posted on September 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Airing out life’s shadow, one finite thread at a time– wings, in passing, fade.

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What Remains?

Posted on July 18, 2017 by John Biscello

If I were to go tomorrow, and by go I mean no more spells of wonder, or lines leveling a manic fate, no more ancient fireflies like safety pins fastening us to thin, thin dreams, all our hollow and chaste … Continue reading →

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Riversong

Posted on July 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Show us where it is you’re dying, the silent ebb and roaring tides of dark, expose to us, with a scalpel’s exactitude, the finite lineage of your deepest wounds and locks, and we promise that the light’s searing of naked … Continue reading →

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My Grandmother, My Chaplin

Posted on April 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Excerpt from Raking the Dust, honoring the birthdays of my grandmother (April 15th) and Charlie Chaplin (April 16th). In times of hardship and heartache my grandmother would recite St. Teresa’s Prayer or sing Charlie Chaplin’s “Smile” in a warbly and … Continue reading →

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Morningbreak

Posted on March 3, 2017 by John Biscello

I want to eat Anne Sexton for breakfast like toxic cereal like bacon fat like sunbursts of egg yolk swallowed whole and washed down with a glass of fire (then I will spit up the flames burning down the … Continue reading →

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Epitaph, the Hidden Diary of an Inner Child

Posted on September 13, 2016 by John Biscello

Today: Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed … Continue reading →

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Minuet

Posted on May 21, 2016 by John Biscello

Almost dusk. Young unbridled lovers, hands bonded, fingers chaste in a minuet, lying on their backs in the sunspiked grass of the graveyard. The boy whispers something into the girl’s ear, the girl giggles at that something, and then silence, … Continue reading →

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