Tag Archives: fire

Torch Song

Posted on December 12, 2025 by John Biscello

She is there. She is always there, in the corridor. And she is lonely. This much I know. Lonely as a form of cold that you cannot cover with blankets or insulate against with coats and scarves and such. … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged connection, corridor, Desire, fire, flames, girl, loneliness, mystery, Poetry, Prose, story, torch song, vanishing act, yearning | Leave a comment

Red Alert

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

While the beauty and magmic intensity of Vesuvius is something to behold it pales in comparison to Pele’s fire-lipped swallowing of entire islands leaving a blanket of hot ash on a roiling sea where men sacrifice bleeding hearts to the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged fire, John Biscello, lava, love, nature, passion, pele, poem, romance, vesuvius | 8 Comments

Fireproof

Posted on June 17, 2018 by John Biscello

Learn to stand still, inviolably still, in the vortex of fire, and bear true witness; every bloom holds within its tenor the epitaph of it ashes, every loss tenders the wick for epiphany, learn to remain softly yet firmly still … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged feeling, fire, heart, John Biscello, love, poem, soul, spirit, survival | 2 Comments

All and Sundry

Posted on June 6, 2018 by John Biscello

To consume, tenderest bulbs of Beauty, alighting on one’s bluedeep hunger, to swallow, whole, the garden’s rooted bounty, greenfire and all.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Desire, fire, garden, holy, hunger, John Biscello, passion, poem, spirit | 3 Comments

Splint

Posted on June 5, 2018 by John Biscello

We were there, the enormity of lust, like a ten-ton elephant keeping us company in a crawlspace big enough to fit one small child, if even that. We were there, hemmed in by the impossible, telling the shadows to keep … Continue reading →

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Shed

Posted on June 5, 2018 by John Biscello

It was the way she talked about rain pouring down from between her thighs like liquid snakes bottomless in their appetite for razors and new skin that made me think and think again about shedding through the slake of fire.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged burn, fire, John Biscello, lust, poem, Poetry, sensual | Leave a comment

Swallow

Posted on May 30, 2018 by John Biscello

Today the glass is half empty full of singing void and fire me cutting my teeth on the rim tonguing rapaciously at spiked air clenching at the impossible slake if only I could swallow smooth as grace this bitter seethe … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged fire, glass, holy, John Biscello, Poetry, Seethe, Thirst | Leave a comment

10:47pm

Posted on May 26, 2018 by John Biscello

It is times like this when I feel as if I’m on fire on the inside that I want to give a live play by play on process raw and unfiltered before it has a chance to cool off and … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged at present, fire, in the moment, John Biscello, live, poem, Poetry, raw, soul, spirit | Leave a comment

Runes

Posted on May 10, 2018 by John Biscello

Hungry ghosts, gorging, moon-bellied, rending gristle from earthly scavenge— my god, these monsters and their appetites, swallowing illusions whole, to feed empty its runes of fire.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged appetite, fire, ghosts, God, illusions, John Biscello, moon, poem, Poetry | Leave a comment

Arson

Posted on March 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Committing arson, five-alarm siren on screen– Louise Brooks, how you burned.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Cinema, film, fire, golden age, haiku, John Biscello, legend, louise brooks, poem, silent film, siren, star | Leave a comment