Tag Archives: Literary

Pearl

Posted on September 25, 2016 by John Biscello

In the shadow of a stray leaf, the ribbed modeling of pearlescent light, Autumn’s plein-air portrait, in miniature, unsigned.

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Fold

Posted on September 23, 2016 by John Biscello

small hands, immeasurable in their dignity and brood, folding paper cranes as grief rises to level tender shoots

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The Ash Tree

Posted on September 18, 2016 by John Biscello

She, supplicant to none and all, faring Heaven’s lighted grief, boughs between silent worlds, citing impartial Grace.

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Catalog

Posted on September 18, 2016 by John Biscello

I have begun to name and catalog the different types of dark. It helps. Warm-dark, cave-dark, void-dark, womb-dark, sleep-dark, Eros-dark, blank-dark, siege-dark, and there is the anonymous dark that gets in your head and behind your eyes and in your … Continue reading →

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Draft

Posted on September 16, 2016 by John Biscello

There are no mirrors here, yet everywhere I see myself, a bated draft of furls, each bearing the right to exist, and respire ably.

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Epitaph, the Hidden Diary of an Inner Child

Posted on September 13, 2016 by John Biscello

Today: Bidden by tatters, and gravity’s mutable arc, the palpitations guide me. They are subtle, duly engaged, a milk-slow run of shivers. Bracing the rim, I peer out of cavedark: everything is sudden, color-soaked, a ferocious din and melt, fringed … 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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How Fall Happens

Posted on August 29, 2016 by John Biscello

Plunging climate of needles and memory, a plaited sorrow. I listen, with mute intent, for the fetal cortege of leaves, turning then falling fast into the maternal crook of an outgoing wind.

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The Horse’s Mouth

Posted on August 25, 2016 by John Biscello

Audio track of the spoken word piece, “The Horse’s Mouth” (for Dylan Thomas), with Ben Wright on bass, published in the September issue of the Virtual Artists Collective. Listen here.

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Usher

Posted on August 22, 2016 by John Biscello

August, its days nearly numbered, summer’s pink noiseless fade and exit (how cicadas bury their voices in hollows of silence), autumn’s fresh jags of Memory, reaping, with finite sorrow, the climate-cracked shells of seeds (how tiny birds bury their songs … Continue reading →

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