Tag Archives: house

Old and Young

Posted on September 12, 2025 by John Biscello

In the fairy tale the young girl slept for a long time and when she woke up she was old. She saw her old self in the mirror and was horrified, but also accepting. And a little in love. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged absence, body, dreams, fiction, fragment, house, life, mother, old, pieces, Prose, sisters, story, young | Leave a comment

Portrait

Posted on February 28, 2024 by John Biscello

In the hospitable equation of a bicycle, lighted doors and people we cannot see, a hypnogogic nocturne forms of its own accord, begetting incalculable solitude and lore to the trespasses of dreaming.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged bicycle, dreaming, house, japan, lore, poem, Poetry, portrait, street scene, trespasses | Leave a comment

Shadow Play

Posted on December 17, 2023 by John Biscello

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged daylight, exercise, house, poem, Poetry, shadow, shadow play | Leave a comment

Enigma

Posted on October 20, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Mottling, scars, green, elements blend, fade, reseed– Where was I, what, when?

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged cloudy skies, ephemera, haiku, house, japan, niigata, poem, scene, train | Leave a comment

By Night

Posted on September 22, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. In the hospitable equation of a bicycle, lighted doors, and people we cannot see, a hypnagogic nocturne forms fluently of its own accord, begetting incalculable solitude and lore to the trespasses of dreaming.

Posted in photography, Poetry | Tagged bicycle, house, japan, lighted doors, lighted window, night sene, niigata, poem, Poetry, street scene | Leave a comment

Refuge

Posted on September 22, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. We practice intimacy in scales, from a near warmed distance– a concentrated swath of light, calling us forth, entreats our internal orphan to find fugitive solace in the softly respiring aura of solitude.

Posted in photography, Poetry | Tagged house, japan, Light, poem, Poetry, portrait, sado island, solitude, warmth | Leave a comment

Housewarming

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“The already human being in whom I had sought shelter for my body yielded nothing to the storm. The house clung close to me, like a she-wolf, and at times, I could smell her odor penetrating maternally to my very … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged dreams, henri bosco, house, John Biscello, malicroix, mother, poem | Leave a comment

Vines

Posted on June 3, 2019 by John Biscello

No one said a word, but the house knows the story– The doors remain locked. (Photo by Heather Ross)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, heather ross, house, John Biscello, lovely, photo, poem, tragic | Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson

Posted on April 12, 2018 by John Biscello

At the severest hour, everything fell within. A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you, a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour, stalking floorboards for crumbled manna. You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged 19th century, angels, emily dickinson, God, Heaven, house, John Biscello, mouse, poem, poet, Poetry, soul, spirit, verses, writer's life | 2 Comments

Hallway

Posted on March 4, 2018 by John Biscello

This could be titled John Biscello Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, could be titled Romancing the Ghosts, or perhaps no title at all, just a flickering reminiscence trapped in a photo snapped by a childhood friend who swears that he occasionally … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged 1741, 62nd street, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, childhood, friend, ghosts, hallway, house, John Biscello, memory, photo, play, poem, the past | 1 Comment