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Tag Archives: Literary
Inheritance
Amidst divisive riot, the clear sound of two tears mating upon the crest of a sunken cheek; a mother’s grief, near to fasting and silence, the warmest cross to inherit in holding the meek inviolate.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged faith, grief, hope, John Biscello, Literary, love, meek, mother, motherlove
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Winter, a Love Story
Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged frost, ghost, John Biscello, Literary, love, white, Winter
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First Love, Winter
Boy and girl, sledding tongues, no words— Winter, warming up.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, kids, Literary, love, Poetry, snow, solstice, Winter
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Gateway
It is here in this place, this chaste hollow, where my heart, bare to touch and asking, reveals itself in equal measures as gospel and wound, singing softly its locks and ravels to reach another’s lighted room, unbarred.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged heart, John Biscello, Literary, love, poem, Poetry
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The Little People
Podcast of my short story “The Little People,” featured in the November issue of The Golden Walkman, a “literary magazine for your ears.” Listen here.
Posted in Audio, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Audio, fiction, golden walkman, John Biscello, Literary, literary magazine, podcast, radio, short story
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Call
Channeling the fire in my throat to meet my heart’s rising call, or, how the mating of arson and grace breathes new life into immeasurably just cause.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged arson, call, fire, grace, heart, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry
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Cinema
When rooted squarely in the flickering center of your life as a mysterious cinematic expedition, duly resigned to the happy burning of chapters and missives, it is there and then that fascination, like a dimestore Virgil, takes curious hold, enacting … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Cinema, film, John Biscello, journey, life, Literary, movie, Poetry, Virgil
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Review of Carnet d’AmeriKa
“To be human is to transform; to be human is to name, then name anew. I must remember the inseparable nature of word and action.” Erin Currier, 6 November, 2004 In a sense this passage became one of Erin Currier’s … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Erin Currier, John Biscello, journal, Latin America, Literary, magazine, political, riot material, socio-political
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Floor Plan
Photo shoot of novel-in-progress, Nocturne Variations
Posted in Books, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged blueprint, book, John Biscello, Literary, nocturne varations, novel, photo, process, work
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Catalog
The sea is the sea but it is also a sound recording of the sea, it is Memory, shroud and fathomless, and freighted with echoes. It is the case history of forgotten species and myths, the ghostlight of dead stars.
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