Tag Archives: Literary

E.E. Cummings

Posted on August 28, 2017 by John Biscello

He, evernewnow, crated wavelengths to ship sea— like water for sound.

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Charles Bukowski

Posted on August 23, 2017 by John Biscello

Bluebird in his heart, caught in the cross-hairs of vice– fuck pretty, sing life.

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Pop

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Escape from sadness in every breath you take– bouquet of balloons.

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Reboot

Posted on August 20, 2017 by John Biscello

Another Red Dawn or Day of the Living Dead? Shit, old scripts die hard.

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Outlet

Posted on August 18, 2017 by John Biscello

In his solemn hour, the clown’s last laugh was soundless– loss of an outlet.

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Ernest Hemingway

Posted on August 17, 2017 by John Biscello

Review of Mary V. Dearborn’s Ernest Hemingway, appearing in the new issue of Riot Material. “Can I believe myself as others believe me to be? Here is where these lines become a confession in the presence of my unknown and … Continue reading →

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Vintage

Posted on August 14, 2017 by John Biscello

Brooklyn, 1957, shotgun postcard glory and grain of bygone, brick-backed, bathing-capped great aunts I never knew, Josie and Anna-Mae, sirens modeling sass and moxie on a hot summer’s day before the sun went down.

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Extra, Extra

Posted on August 13, 2017 by John Biscello

The hidden newsprint of the universe and its unreported sorrows carried on the shoulders and in the heart of a young woman on a bike who pedals with furious intent between blurred and urgent breaks of line.

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Citrus

Posted on July 23, 2017 by John Biscello

Upon a citrus-infused sky, bright and sorry, the dance of acidic vapors and serpentine ravels, assuming the burden of a faceless woman, basking

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Touch

Posted on July 20, 2017 by John Biscello

It is the quiet history of touch, tendered through years of symmetry and fable, a radiant pulsing in the spaces between fingers, holy derived, charging us to mercy and enclosure.

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