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Accompanying Tune

Posted on October 5, 2026 by John Biscello

In this mutable and concave room, this purveyor of nimbus and cradle, shapeshifting occurs at a phenomenal rate. The room alters its dimensions, and I in turn am altered. It is reciprocal harmony and symbiotic intimacy. The room is significantly … Continue reading →

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The Life of a Professional Stand-In

Posted on October 2, 2026 by John Biscello

Since I was young I have been seeking permission to exist. This I have sought from a variety of sources. And not just any permission to exist, it had to be formal permission, perhaps an official document, or permission bestowed … Continue reading →

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The Inner Life of Not Enough

Posted on October 2, 2026 by John Biscello
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Airway

Posted on October 1, 2026 by John Biscello

Not-enough crawled out of me, an avatar wearing night-goggles caked in frost. It was an amateur when it came to daylight. Not-enough spends most of its life in nocturne, embedded crablike in a grotto: unseen, unheard. Which is why I … Continue reading →

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Not Enough

Posted on September 29, 2026 by John Biscello

Not Enough came out of me like a homuncular chunk of greasy green cheese, oozing and bubbling pus that hissed and wheezed. Macro-snot meets goblin. I was taken aback. This had come out of me? How? Where? This had been … Continue reading →

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You Not There (triptych)

Posted on September 23, 2026 by John Biscello

1. Can you imagine your life without you in it? I can. And cannot. Can and cannot, because when I am not there, who is doing the saying, who the authoring, who or what the voice? You must imagine yourself … Continue reading →

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Bardo Noir

Posted on September 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Out/here in/here cradling the air. Hugging its hot pissy whatever. Something to hold onto something to grasp. This is maintenance at its most base level. If I let go I will be scooped up again/a helpless dollop in timespanning batter. … Continue reading →

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Less Traveled

Posted on September 21, 2026 by John Biscello

I am here while I went there. I am near yet faraway. Both things can be true. Let’s say physically you walked to a place, a tangible and specific location, while mentally, psychically, existentially, you went elsewhere: you traveled to … Continue reading →

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Rivet

Posted on May 14, 2026 by John Biscello

Here, papering over hovel origins of wounds and silence with words riveting on and on and on, dirty frayed bandages panting staccato and weary in the wind, yet never losing voice, nor the canopied capacity for mime in the manic … Continue reading →

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In Praise of Abstraction

Posted on May 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Abstraction is essential. It is a key tenet and cog in mapless wayfaring. The compass by which we’ve calculated starstuff as sacral molten matter in our dream-stream and slow burn. It is Romanticism caped under a lemon parasol with Impressionism … Continue reading →

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