Tag Archives: house

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

Real Estate

Posted on March 2, 2018 by John Biscello

For Sale: Victorian-style home, shovel, plants, and hallowed plot of earth included. Head not part of the package, original guillotine, negotiable.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged guillotine, head, house, John Biscello, las vegas, macabre, mannequin, New Mexico, poem, porch, steps, victorian | 1 Comment

2-Sentence Horror Story

Posted on December 22, 2017 by John Biscello

Will you marry me, and promise to be mine forever and ever? Yes, she agreed, one foot in the grave, the other scraping forward.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged autumn, church, death, grave, house, John Biscello, love, marriage, photo, poem, Poetry, sky, Taos | Leave a comment

Night Gallery

Posted on November 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Posted in Artwork, Uncategorized | Tagged autumn, house, John Biscello, Light, lighted window, longing, night, nocturne, park, trees, window | Leave a comment

What Leaves May Come

Posted on November 16, 2017 by John Biscello

Dance of the Shadow Leaves, a Triptych.

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged autumn, door, house, John Biscello, leaves, Light, New Mexico, photo, shadow, Taos, triptych, visual | Leave a comment

Hive

Posted on October 19, 2017 by John Biscello

In the heart of shadows, you will find light’s hive humming– how Boogeymen fade.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged boogeymen, courage, fear, haiku, house, in praise of shadows, japan, John Biscello, Light, lucid, poem, Poetry, shadows | Leave a comment