Tag Archives: Literary

The Source

Posted on May 8, 2016 by John Biscello

This poem dedicated to mothers’ everywhere. Their hearts, registered as infinite beacons, have gone gently and luminously into nights not so good and pitch-black, braving flytrap folds and god-awful rows to soothe, mend and restore the bruised vitals of daughters … Continue reading →

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Compass

Posted on May 6, 2016 by John Biscello

Abiding the testimonial of scattered crumbs and clefted petals, I will follow you the snaky length of impossible and hidden places; I will follow you, claiming the hem of your shadow as my guide.

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Meet me at the End of the Tunnel

Posted on May 5, 2016 by John Biscello

Forsaken angel seeking Mortal reprieve– serious applicants only.

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Dietrich in Heaven

Posted on May 4, 2016 by John Biscello

Spoken word track from the upcoming album Arson & Grace. Featuring Ben Wright on bass. Listen here.

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Cursive

Posted on May 3, 2016 by John Biscello

Stars, ancient cinema illuminating a silent revival in cursive.    

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Crossing

Posted on May 3, 2016 by John Biscello

A mirror, tilted, starkly pooling lovers self-similar turns and views of each other; I am I, you are you, qualifiers blurred and dissolved in a furious crossing of ritual desires.

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After Party

Posted on May 2, 2016 by John Biscello

She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy wound up for centuries, released, on … Continue reading →

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Fete

Posted on May 2, 2016 by John Biscello

At the window, creamed in pale light and amber, a gauzy feting of an interior life, as if solitude, doubly engaged, rears company from silence.

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Anne Sexton (1928-1974)

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

Anne Sexton: tall and lovely and dead, and I, turning the knob, want to get in and fuck her, but cannot, because she is dead. So really, I wanted to, past tense.                                                             The point being: how I wanted to … Continue reading →

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Flaubert in Brooklyn

Posted on May 1, 2016 by John Biscello

Madame Bovary bawling on a street corner– I’d throw her a bang.

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