Tag Archives: ghosts

Best Ghost and Audio

Posted on July 22, 2022 by John Biscello

I have to be careful. This business of old tapes, new tapes. There is responsibility involved. Stewardship. Care. Consideration. You cannot be a headless D.J. If you cut off the D.J.’s head and expect him to be able to communicate … Continue reading →

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Plot Twist

Posted on October 8, 2020 by John Biscello

As if in a dream, or mottled gloam, she found herself bailing on the small needy child with grotesquely long tapered fingers– she found herself leaving home to an unmarked plot and its numberless ghosts. #38 from Untitled Film Poems … Continue reading →

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Ghost Story

Posted on June 4, 2019 by John Biscello

The turn of the screw, set her ghost to shivering– The blues became her.   (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

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Haunt

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Even last call could not keep the dead away from their favorite haunt.

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Ghost Story

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Running on empty every voice wondered where its body had gone.

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Cinema

Posted on July 31, 2018 by John Biscello

In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.

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Ghosting

Posted on June 15, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale) I closed my notebook and sat motionless at my desk for a long while, feeling flat and infirm. Then, not able to put it off any longer, it was time to disengage my … Continue reading →

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Scandinavia

Posted on June 14, 2018 by John Biscello

(Excerpt from Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale)   I am standing over myself: a runt-skinny kid lying flat on his stomach, right elbow hunched, the stubby pencil in his left hand ferociously scribbling on a piece of unlined white paper.  … Continue reading →

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First, Lasting

Posted on May 31, 2018 by John Biscello

In the shrine that we build for first kisses, lies the furloughed still-warm lips of Childhood’s ghosts, forever puckering to seal love, airtight in its untold lore and claim to rose.

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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.

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