Tag Archives: I

Pilgrimage of the I

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

A hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), wandering through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles— proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s … Continue reading →

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Station

Posted on February 21, 2024 by John Biscello

Historyless is where I come from, the sun-crotched navel, the part of me not yet born, the part of me dead to the world on its way to being born into the potholes and foothills of unimagined fictions. That, plus … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged betweenworlds, born waiting, cosmos, dreamscape, I, interval, midwifery, musing, Poetry, Prose, station, we, worldscape | Leave a comment

Honeycomb

Posted on July 14, 2018 by John Biscello

The deep bass drum of laughter, a resounding prayer, no more forgetting who I am, the well of memory has been stirred, and my bones, in turn, have been dared to splinter, the cracks between worlds, widening, inviting me to … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged honeycomb, I, John Joseph Biscello, let there be naked light, memory, poem, souplay, spirit is good stuff | 2 Comments

Begin

Posted on April 15, 2018 by John Biscello

No need for the past, living mythology, you, here and now, begin.

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Sincerely Yours

Posted on April 13, 2018 by John Biscello

Breath, you are my true master, and I, your borrowed disciple, graced by the slow dignity of equal measures, allotted free of charge, if attention is paid, with sincerest regards.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged breath, disciple, God, I, John Biscello, life, master, measures, poem, regards, self-love, soul, spirit | Leave a comment

Third to First

Posted on April 12, 2018 by John Biscello

Third person, first, first person, last, it’s time he and I met for real.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged first person, he, I, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, pronoun, reality, third person, writing life | Leave a comment

Secrets

Posted on April 12, 2018 by John Biscello

Keeping secrets from yourself is like talking behind someone’s front.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged front, I, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, secrets, words, you | Leave a comment

Autobiography

Posted on March 25, 2018 by John Biscello

To know myself, a rogue aggregate of loving atoms, a happy shivering clusterfuck of luminous baubles banded together to forge and assume an alleged identity, no papers or pulpit required, to fulfill an arc, and heart-guided directives, to be a … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged autobiography, badlands, desert, dream, God, I, identity, John Biscello, love, me, play, poem, Poetry, soul, spirit | 6 Comments

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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Virginia Woolf

Posted on November 9, 2017 by John Biscello

Through a glass, darkly, splitting of selves by prism– Wide berth for one’s I.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged dark, glass, haiku, I, John Biscello, Literary, lyricial, Mirror, poem, Poetry, prism, reflection, room of one's own, virginia woolf, writer | Leave a comment