Tag Archives: ghosts

Night Beat

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

It is in these moments when the pumpkin orange glow of the lanterns softens the streets and the bicycles lined up in rows compose portraits of ordered symmetry, that the night turns in on itself, and with it goes I, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged after dark, blues, ephemera, ghosts, japan, niigata, poem, Poetry, streetlamps, streets | Leave a comment

Blue

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

I knew this. Even before I met her, I knew this. But she, as an explicit confirmation, as a caretaker and symbiotic mouthpiece to my unsaid secrets, said, and so concisely—Dreams come out of the blue, returning to the blue. … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged Blue, blue tones, death, ghosts, illusions, life, love story, musing, novel, Poetry, Prose, sketch, words | Leave a comment

Elegy

Posted on September 3, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Time out a cemetery plotted on higher ground overlooking the railroad tracks crisscrossing bouts of traffic houses accounting for lives lived in shuttered flashes the dead amounting to subtlest vigils kept in the way wind … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry | Tagged cemetery, elegy, ghosts, poem, Poetry, spirit life, the dead, vigil | 1 Comment

Echoes Extended

Posted on October 19, 2022 by John Biscello

Grief attends to the bones. And does so listening to the spaces between the hollows where the ghosts are held hissing where loss compounded by fractures gives rise to near distant voices crying out on behalf of all that’s gone … Continue reading →

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Process of Echoes

Posted on October 19, 2022 by John Biscello

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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 →

Posted in Prose | Tagged Audio, fragment, ghosts, music, Prose, silence, tapes | Leave a comment

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 →