Tag Archives: Literary

After Hours

Posted on May 10, 2016 by John Biscello

Lenny Bruce, seated on a chipped wooden stool, cigarette dangling from his lips, slumping forward, shoulders slack. His mouth puckers, the cigarette jumps to attention, he draws in fiercely, then exhales a series of bluish halos that float and dissipate. … Continue reading →

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Staring at Paintings, Hungry

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

Hemingway wrote that he’d go to the Luxembourg, hungry, and stare at the paintings and this was a great way to see art.

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Raising the Bar

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

   Dylan Thomas falls off his barstool in Heaven.    Lying on the sawdusty floor, he slurs something about a white horse. And chains, and the sea.    God, who gave Lucifer the night off, is tending bar. He comes … Continue reading →

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Honeymoon, Rinse, Repeat

Posted on May 9, 2016 by John Biscello

She crashed their sixteenth honeymoon, violet lace and camellias, ceremonial fashion for a ritual sacrifice, and reminded him—I will kill your wife however many times need be, my love, to make sure you and I remain bonded and not shackled. … Continue reading →

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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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