Tag Archives: Literary

Bard

Posted on November 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Bardic task at hand, to bask, in solitude, bare– Light passing over.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Bard, bare, haiku, haunted, John Biscello, Light, Literary, Muse, poem, Poetry, shadow, solitary life, solitude, spirit, writing | Leave a comment

In Praise of Dark and Light

Posted on November 5, 2017 by John Biscello

Everyone’s dark is coming up and it isn’t going to be pretty, as well it shouldn’t be. Beauty, as a rugged force, as thorny swaths of dream-thistles, blooms through night-fasting, and respiring enclosures of dark. Beauty marks the hidden faith … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged brave new world, courage, creativity, dark, dawn, dreams, epic, faith, gospel, heart, John Biscello, Light, Literary, love, love poem, Poetry, praise, songs, sovereignty | 1 Comment

Thomas Wolfe

Posted on October 27, 2017 by John Biscello

Locomotive-brained, roar and let of angels blood– Tracks vetting heaven.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged angels, haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, Literary, literature, locomotive, of time and the river, poem, Poetry, thomas wolfe, tracks | Leave a comment

Rilke

Posted on October 17, 2017 by John Biscello

Consort of angels, intimacies unfettered– split man between worlds.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged angels, haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, Literary, love, myth, orpheus, poem, poet, Poetry, Rainer Maria Rilke | Leave a comment

In Love and War

Posted on October 8, 2017 by John Biscello

I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. Before initiating a battle, or an … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged action figures, Brooklyn, cartoons, childhood, crush, duke, G.I. Joe, innocence, John Biscello, Literary, love, New York, play, Prose, romance, scarlett, story, war | Leave a comment

Death of a Super Hero

Posted on October 4, 2017 by John Biscello

I was six when I found out I’d never become a super-hero. We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother, my father. My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading →

Posted in Artwork, Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged batman and robin, Brooklyn, death in the family, family, father, John Biscello, Literary, literature, mother, mourning, novel, Prose, story, super-hero | Leave a comment

Scroll

Posted on October 1, 2017 by John Biscello

One man’s boyish scroll as the road map for parched throats– Long-running well-spring.

Posted in Books, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged beat generation, classics, haiku, jack kerouac, John Biscello, Literary, literature, on the road, poem, Poetry, scroll, spirit | Leave a comment

Kingdom

Posted on October 1, 2017 by John Biscello

Keys to the kingdom, one graceful peck at a time– No wings required.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, keys, kingdom, Literary, poem, Poetry, story, typewriter, wings, writing, writing life | Leave a comment

The Little People

Posted on September 30, 2017 by John Biscello

Just found out my story, “The Little People,” was nominated for Best of the Net. Audio-version of the story can be heard here, in Golden Walkman magazine.

Posted in Audio, Press, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized | Tagged Audio, best of the net, Brooklyn, Golden Walkman magazine, John Biscello, Literary, literature, magazine, New York, Prose, radio, story, storytelling, the little people | Leave a comment

Enigma

Posted on September 29, 2017 by John Biscello

Modeling the glyphs of a soul’s swooning cursive– Who will transcribe me?

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged anais nin, diary, enigma, haiku, John Biscello, Literary, photo, poem, Poetry, riddle, soul, writer | Leave a comment