Tag Archives: distance

Archival

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as night-blooming arias, diffuse and fasting on distances proliferating inwardly to sepia and mute.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Little Light of Ours

Posted on May 26, 2026 by John Biscello

In pools of practiced moving distances words labor by light’s traveling standards to take flight and submerge in due riveted course.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Enclosure

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

Her body, her body breaking in time, a vivid stutter and scratch, repeated in my mind’s amateur attempts to braid or grasp what amounts to sand in wind— Life, oh life, a series of manic shutters and twitches, threaded to … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Lengths

Posted on October 24, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Dreaming is given to distances laid over by intimacy.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Where We Are Not

Posted on October 5, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems A turned head beckons the promise of faraway– Lie again, softly.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Long Haul

Posted on October 13, 2022 by John Biscello

Grief lies here like an insomniac pining for sleep. Like scissors running dull to the touch of fate. We paper over grief its many wrecks its brittle slates with hordes of torn pages. Forget me nots band aids christ sporting … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Distance

Posted on December 12, 2018 by John Biscello

 People have called it the glow, the click, the hum, and for every abnormal drinker, for every addict, you are willing trade in everything for what amounts to a rigged facsimile of eternity. It is the sort of false eternity … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Anne and the Clouds

Posted on February 27, 2018 by John Biscello

Anne, lovely disturbed Anne, pinned by gravity, and bedded to cobbles, cherishing the vagrant destiny of clouds, and calming distance.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Enclosure

Posted on February 24, 2018 by John Biscello

Sometimes, it is just a marginal thatch of shadow slivering a cheek, or the rounded vowel of dimple puckering brazenly a bare knee, or the laser surgery performed on my small, fearful history, by a stray, smoldering gaze, it could … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Slingshot

Posted on February 20, 2018 by John Biscello

From a distance, within, the story of a writer’s life in the day of fiction’s living wake.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment