Tag Archives: Literary

The Flame and the Lotus

Posted on June 10, 2016 by John Biscello

(For Sylvia Plath, 1932-1963) I. sylvia in chains and drag: the green-eyed bee-witch, Ariella, poised on her remote blue star, chilled and unblinking succubus to the men she promises to swallow, whole, like air

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Tinder

Posted on June 9, 2016 by John Biscello

In this lighted instance, a storm-watch of gold bearing the heft of silence and time, slowed. Blue shoulders the collapse of heaven, it is the Atlas underlay, the muscle cloud formation. When the painter dies, this tindered vault will inherit … Continue reading →

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The Last Word

Posted on June 8, 2016 by John Biscello

Wednesday, June 15th @ 4pm (mountain time) I will be a guest on the radio program: The Last Word, Conversations with Writers, discussing the craft of fiction, discipline, surrealism, the virtues of the NYC subway system, the radical swing between … Continue reading →

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Flint

Posted on June 8, 2016 by John Biscello

A scissored valentine walked into a hard case. The floor, a silent witness, held its tongue. It was one of those Sundays that was acting like a Tuesday. Scrambled eggs, jazz, and a wet book of matches. This wasn’t going … Continue reading →

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Factory Maiden

Posted on June 7, 2016 by John Biscello

Recursively spooling the It-Girl’s Factorymade cool fast fade from the pinwheel galaxy of stars & soupcans– Mmmm mmmm good, for a hot fixed minute during the candyrigged reign of Warhol the Ain’t– Is you is or is you not Aint’s … Continue reading →

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Pandora’s Boxcutter

Posted on June 7, 2016 by John Biscello

Against a wall Pandora turns to burn holes in the hopeful gazes & visionclench of every last peeping no-show; succubus to perps & prey, she swallows their hunger & cameras whole.

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Isn’t it Romantic?

Posted on June 5, 2016 by John Biscello

Baby Byron didn’t yet have language, so he twisted and contorted his face into a mask, a distressed aria sounding his discomfort. That it was existential, and not hunger, thirst, tiredness, or physical pain, meant nothing to him. Without language … Continue reading →

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Peter Parker’s Blues

Posted on June 3, 2016 by John Biscello

As a kid I wanted to be you. Swinging, from building to building, across the cityscape, sticking to walls with velcroed hands and feet, no fear of falling, no Icarus complex crippling your confidence in upward mobility.

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Interview on the Last Word

Posted on June 2, 2016 by John Biscello

I will be a guest on Wednesday, June 8th at 4pm (Mountain Time) on the public radio program: The Last Word, Conversations with Writers. The show will be aired locally in Santa Fe on 101.1 FM, and can be streamed … Continue reading →

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We’ll Always Have Paris

Posted on May 29, 2016 by John Biscello

A review of Paula McLain’s The Paris Wife. Hemingway’s classic, A Moveable Feast, is a well-stewed blend of contradictions, much like the man himself. It is a crucible of a valentine, wrapped in vellum and barbed wire. Notorious for holding … Continue reading →

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