Tag Archives: haunt

Glare

Posted on June 22, 2025 by John Biscello

We are dreamwalkers punctuated by reveries and long listless spells of want. Conjugal in our misgiven symmetries, our lives readily become us by frayed skeins of intimacy and sensual haunt.

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Nighwatch

Posted on September 25, 2023 by John Biscello

His native habitat was a window by moonlight. He would crouch there, gauzed in night mist, his fingers always poised upon his chin, as if rigging speculation, or some unresolved quandary, and he’d find me, writing at the kitchen table, … Continue reading →

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Forever’s Youth

Posted on December 12, 2018 by John Biscello

   Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever.    It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves as a couple, this … Continue reading →

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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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Morning

Posted on April 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Scars worn out to fade, old records played in small hours– Dreams chased by morning.

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Jean Rhys at Twilight

Posted on March 21, 2018 by John Biscello

Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading →

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Poolside

Posted on February 27, 2018 by John Biscello

The water listened to the girl disappear and hissed. It was a warning that no one should try and follow her, every last fragment now belonged to incalculable depths. She was safe from trespass and further fracturing.     (Photo … Continue reading →

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Many Ghosts

Posted on November 10, 2017 by John Biscello

Many people in my life have been consumed by fiction. Fiction is a monster. Fiction is a glutton. Like ego, like an insatiable wrath, it never gets enough, is never satisfied. Fiction has consumed and absorbed many people in my … Continue reading →

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Pledge

Posted on July 6, 2017 by John Biscello

It is like stalking thin, haunted air, and forever coming up empty, she, the dark lady, a shallow fret, the one who will surely bring you to grief. This you knew, and craved, as soon as you laid eyes on … Continue reading →

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