Tag Archives: John Biscello

Aria for Two Voices

Posted on November 6, 2016 by John Biscello

It was perfect in that our distances mirrored one another’s fragile attempts for lasting intimacy, and in reaching we were guaranteed to come up empty yet singing.  

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Fort

Posted on November 6, 2016 by John Biscello

It has become my last refuge, a solitary outpost upon which the broken bit of sun seared into my palm, mirroring stigmata, has given my name as refutable evidence and signature.

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Unbound

Posted on November 4, 2016 by John Biscello

Dancing on the lighted rim of fasting hours, cased within this borrowed corpse, savvy and perishable, and rigged to fade, I bless my ghost, in advance, as it cedes to claim a future plot without my name to bind its … Continue reading →

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Claim

Posted on October 25, 2016 by John Biscello

She, bidden by valid tense, unhooked a claim of stars, and lighted her grief, inverting the symmetry of arc.

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Wacipedia

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

It is now commonly accepted that Abraham Lincoln did not hunt vampires nor deliver the Gettysburg Address with the intent of impressing his wife, Mary Todd Lincoln. He did, though, invent the Town Car in the year 1865, though he … Continue reading →

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Pop Culture

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

It is a little known fact that the year in which the plague was invented was the same year in which Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature. When pressed for comment on either the plague or his groundbreaking … Continue reading →

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Faust

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

In what historically qualified as the first Cubist new wave work of cinema, we now see that three heads plunged into an anus, while six fingers and a carpenter’s bruised thumb strummed a pot-bellied mandolin was, deconstructively, the only way … Continue reading →

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Overexposed

Posted on October 23, 2016 by John Biscello

It is hard to see the man and woman overexposed in the milkbath of light, but allegedly this photo captures Adam and Eve right after Eden dissolved and Eve was mysteriously knocked up.

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God’s Lectern

Posted on October 21, 2016 by John Biscello

Epic announcement forthcoming about commandments to be scratched onto stone tablets like Eden acid jazz for badland sinners in nuclear raincoats (stream: Wholly Moses the remix on Godify.)

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Breaking Badlands

Posted on October 21, 2016 by John Biscello

In the beginning, there were no words.

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