Tag Archives: dreaming

Talisman

Posted on December 4, 2025 by John Biscello

Wordwise, edges and ledges: we are falling off. We, as in word-wielding also world-wearied, we, an endangered species, parrots with branded larynxes … falling off. Ask a stranger to cup your balls (male or female you, no matter) as you … Continue reading →

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Metrics

Posted on November 20, 2025 by John Biscello

Dust is time’s response to dreaming. Dreams–desolate, unmade, spectral—wafting as winds carry out the ceremonial twitch of pallbearing.

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Fool’s Play

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

The lighted lot and plight of fools is dancing an inspired jig, duly possessed, at cliff’s edge, in tuning for an epic plunge into the necessary unknown, or, sacred is as sacred does, when testing talismanic runes against gravity’s proof … Continue reading →

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Notes in Passing

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

The old man in the blue hat, short-sleeve white shirt, gray pants, blue sneakers, seated on a canvas folding chair staked on a plot of grass, the old man’s elected vantage point from which to enjoy his beer and watch … Continue reading →

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Transit

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

No words to describe this passing sense, here now gone— Dreaming in real-time.  

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Portrait

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

In the hospitable equation of a bicycle, lighted doors and people we cannot see, a hypnogogic nocturne forms of its own accord, begetting incalculable solitude and lore to the trespasses of dreaming.

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Green Dark

Posted on February 8, 2024 by John Biscello

We enter forests at the liminal risk of time lost to the vagrancies of dreaming and silence of choir— Engendered by echoes and bated tense we move on at the mercy of mirrorless haunt.

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Lyric Alone

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

Mind over matter, and mind over matter dreaming, and this the lyrical alone, the magnificent hovel and shrine, what it means the lyrical alone sounding sublime, and solitude alone the shrine and hovel, o magnificent bastards of ghostlight, the tenderest … Continue reading →

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Call and Response

Posted on December 20, 2023 by John Biscello

Find an old telephone booth. If you can’t find an old telephone booth, use a refrigerator box, or the dimensional equivalent. Enter the booth or box. Place a dime, real or imaginary, inside the phantom slot and place a call … Continue reading →

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Lengths

Posted on October 24, 2023 by John Biscello

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

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