Tag Archives: interior

Niche

Posted on November 19, 2025 by John Biscello

   Let me show you, she said.    She proceeded to open her stomach, almost as if she were made from wood or metal, something not flesh, and it cleanly opened to reveal a dark chamber.    I stood there, … Continue reading →

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Sideshow

Posted on September 15, 2025 by John Biscello

Let me show you, she said. She proceeded to open her stomach, almost as if she were made from wood or metal, something not flesh, and it cleanly opened to reveal a dark chamber. I stood there, not sure what … Continue reading →

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Because I Dreamed

Posted on September 10, 2025 by John Biscello

I never say the babies’ names, because there is danger in that. I know that their names spoken, details given, things brought too much into the light, means we can be found. Their ears own so much: text, air, radio-waves, … Continue reading →

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Forest

Posted on September 11, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. We enter forests at the liminal risk of time lost to the vagrancies of dreaming and silence of choir– Engendered by echoes and bated tense we move on at the mercy of mirrorless haunt.

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As Fate Would Have It

Posted on August 11, 2022 by John Biscello

“Fate will have it—and this has always been the case with me—that all the ‘outer’ aspects of my life should be accidental. Only what is interior has proved to have substance and a determining value.” — Carl Jung He knew … Continue reading →

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Solo for Voices

Posted on May 21, 2018 by John Biscello

Please note– The voices inside your head may not be your own. Begged, borrowed, stolen, implanted from a toxic source, or origins unknown, a mechanical reaping of lyrics speciously sown, there is a lot to consider when brokering intimacy with … Continue reading →

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Interiority Complex

Posted on December 29, 2017 by John Biscello

Childhood is an ongoing historical fiction that changes based on who you are when you’re examining it. Who you are, in certain periods and chapters in your life, determines what you’re childhood is. Was would imply that childhood is fixed … Continue reading →

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