Tag Archives: loss

Goblins

Posted on October 27, 2025 by John Biscello

Red wind spirits. They carry people off. Mostly mothers, no, not mostly mothers, than is an allegorical kink, an innate twist, it feels like mostly-mothers, and so legend instantly concretizes itself in that feeling-force. The red wind spirits are also … Continue reading →

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Remains of the Day

Posted on September 4, 2025 by John Biscello

The first spots were discovered, and contrary to my sense of fiction, they had nothing to do with extraterrestrials or loneliness. Nor poverty. Soon, no exact timetable, but soon my memories would no longer be mine. I would no longer … Continue reading →

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Balloon and Jukebox

Posted on August 4, 2022 by John Biscello

She would name the balloon Clarice. She always thought she should have been named Clarice. Perhaps in another life. Clarice was yellow. She decided that Clarice should go on a journey. She would open the window and let her out. … Continue reading →

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Postcard from the Edge

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

Posted in Poetry | Tagged days of mourning, grief, life, loss, poem, sadness, what dreams may come | Leave a comment

Tatters

Posted on March 23, 2022 by John Biscello

For many years I asked Grief to wait outside my window, a peripheral guest chancing obscure, fugitive details, and lighted tatters. Have I been a poor host, stranger to my own ghost and remnants?

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The Argument

Posted on March 23, 2022 by John Biscello

Reality and me have disagreements all the time. Reality is, by nature, inviolable. And a bit of an existential bully. I am, by illicit union, a child of fiction. And tender in the center. Reality and me don’t always see … Continue reading →

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Fathers and Sons

Posted on December 12, 2018 by John Biscello

I understand that I am not only with my father and grandfather as family, but also as a writer. I am sketching them. The mechanical hand in my mind that never stops is charting and sketching and composing them. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged atlantic city, fathers, John Biscello, loss, no man's brooklyn, novel, sons | Leave a comment

Street Song

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

Screen black. Sounds of traffic. Fade in to city street at night. Cut to traffic lamp turning green to red. Cut to other shots of the city at night. Cut to a MERMAID, lying in the middle of a street … Continue reading →

Posted in Prose, Uncategorized | Tagged city, film, John Biscello, loss, love song, mermaid, script | Leave a comment

Gloam

Posted on May 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Fretted, to beckon gloam, and slant felt shadows, I cannot hold what was never mine to grasp.

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Vortex

Posted on March 11, 2018 by John Biscello

Inevitable, the vortex calling her back– Little girl’s first loss. (Photo by Heather Ross)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, heather ross, John Biscello, journey, loss, poem, portal vortex, time, time travel | Leave a comment