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Tag Archives: John Biscello
The Factory
Review of Hiroko Oyamada’s award-winning debut novel, The Factory. The year was 1936, when an indefatigable tramp served as a working-class Virgil in guiding audiences through the hellscape of big business industry and assembly line madness. The tramp, of course, … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged book review, contemporary Japan, fable, John Biscello, new directions publishing, novel, The Factory
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Free Play
We live in a world of alchemy and swing, a freeform board game for sounding and experiment, and anyone that tells you any different has simply forgotten how to engage the play of their lives, or sow the grit, resin … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged a mutable feast, freeform jazz, John Biscello, playtime, poem, Poetry, shakespeare remixed
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Homing Device
The soul doesn’t calculate, it syncs itself to the legend of its origins, the glyphic runes and white-hot bones of constellational remains, where we, in costumed exile, linger and tow the fasting freight of dreams, upon which our lives are … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged bask, constellational jazz, divine intervention, home, humanspeak, John Biscello, Poetry, soul
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Starstuff
Mariko was a photographer of stars. It feels funny to put it that way. It sounds as if she photographed celebrities.She only took photos of stars in the night sky. She said the stars were her real home and that’s … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, love, mariko, night sky, photography, Prose, starscaping
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Mariko
I knew from the beginning that Mariko was haunted, but there was nothing I could do about it. My only choice was to love her, and until the very end. I have five photographs left of Mariko. I burned all … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Desire, John Biscello, light and shadow, love, mariko, Prose, the haunting
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Raspberries
Mariko knew a lot of interesting things about space. For example: astronomers theorized that, based on its chemical make-up, the dust from the nebula that gave birth to our sun would taste like raspberries. And that the closer you … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged astral jazz, black hole sun, John Biscello, nebulously yours, Poetry, raspberries, sunstuff
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Autumn Leaves
Grieving, the swoonlit swans, crying last songs softly into autumn’s russet and moonfed belly.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged autumn, fall, grieving, John Biscello, poem, swan songs, tis the season
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Frost
There is a specific tenor to dreaming in a silent and snowy land. It’s that place where your voice grows brighter, then brittle and glassy, before shattering into a choir of a thousand birds, and everywhere the echoes attempt to … Continue reading
What We Talk About When We Talk About Ghosts
It began in a feral and unnamed country, which was the nerve-center of dreaming. Telephones wires hanging down like snipped umbilicals, like severed hyphens that had lost all sense of meaning and purpose. The telephone poles doubled as crucifixes. You … Continue reading
