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Tag Archives: Literary
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.
Wraith
In a brief lighted instance, a rending flicker, he measured and recalled, a rumpled and well-worn patch of dark velvet, sun-warmed, and touching the skin of teeth to Memory, he grieved her, fashioning haunt from thin fabled air.
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Tagged dark velvet, fable, grief, John Biscello, Literary, love, memory, Poetry
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Bird’s Eye View
(For Leonard Cohen) As the bird on the wire trills its last delicious electric notes, the vibrato hum begins to resound in Heaven.
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Tagged bird, bird on a wire, Heaven, John Biscello, leonard cohen, Literary, memoriam, music, song
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Symmetry
It is only when you learn how to tango like a crab along the sea’s mirrored edge, that language, as master to its own silence, hastens words to dance with the symmetry of intent.
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