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Eventide

Posted on June 14, 2018 by John Biscello

The grayvoice, wrinkly in its soiled pucker and ancientnewness, heeded, and sung, to freight and hoist the downgoing adventure up, up, up into silvercoined spates of eventide, the furthest reaches so damned close to dreamcountry it hurts to fathom or … Continue reading →

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Corset

Posted on December 18, 2017 by John Biscello

In a vain attempt, she corseted herself in green wind and cellophane, votive to a thin whip of air. As she lay there, colors emptying to gray, before the round voices and fast hands came, she fell in and saw … Continue reading →

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