Tag Archives: language

Scripture

Posted on February 19, 2018 by John Biscello

To be swallowed, wordless, as the worst you always feared turns lighted proof into lasting scripture.

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Sleet

Posted on November 7, 2017 by John Biscello

Scattered, like numinous sleet of commas, the faeries intimated bright shards of language, not yet discovered or long since forgotten.

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They Are Their Own

Posted on February 6, 2017 by John Biscello

Do you know where your children are? Or rather who, in their ripening pedigree and new language they are in the process of becoming? Make no mistake they are not nor have they ever been yours belonging infinitely to the … Continue reading →

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Feral

Posted on October 7, 2016 by John Biscello

Seized, I am in the ripe feral grip of the new language she is speaking. Her voice fronting a glassy, ciphered edge, a grifting menace. Every calculated utterance bears double and triple meaning, with common intent to baffle, disarm, intrigue, … Continue reading →

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Recall

Posted on September 6, 2016 by John Biscello

It is, I think, the rote platitudes and uniform responses drawn from an armored template or assembly-line gremlin (another day another dollar, same old same old, can’t complain, yea but you’ve got to be realistic) that are the slow malignant … Continue reading →

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Feral

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

At risk of possession by fire, how, in the ripe grip of new language, we grow feral along a trackless rim, greening desire.

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