Tag Archives: love story

Titanic

Posted on June 27, 2024 by John Biscello

If there were two, then let us say there were two. The two danced on the time-haunted deck of the Titanic, they called it the Titanic because they understood the floor beneath their feet was not to be trusted, nor … Continue reading →

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Melodrama

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

Let’s start with this photo, the comic melodrama in which you, perfectly staged, are wearing a blue pinafore dress, your dark hair gagged in pigtails, mouth heavily lipsticked, cheeks cherubically rouged, your eyes two flashing ovals of abyss-pooling licorice, sweat … Continue reading →

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Blue

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

I knew this. Even before I met her, I knew this. But she, as an explicit confirmation, as a caretaker and symbiotic mouthpiece to my unsaid secrets, said, and so concisely—Dreams come out of the blue, returning to the blue. … Continue reading →

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Play

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

I have to imagine her death from every conceivable angle. She has assured me she will disappear, said that dying is a trick of the light, and everyone was enamored of the mirage, convinced, in on it, the gag. When … Continue reading →

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Love and Death

Posted on February 8, 2024 by John Biscello

The branch of the tree reaching down. It reaches down to graze the time-scarred headstone, to caress it. Could this be … a secret love story, a love story with no history, or with a cortege of history, spanning many … Continue reading →

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Titanic

Posted on January 29, 2024 by John Biscello

A voyage into the time-haunted unknown, a love story casting two alone as wreckmates aboard a sinking ship in a salacious sea of bop consciousness.

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Nuptials

Posted on September 6, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Here, a plot of overgrown grass and conjugal motives– A desirously bowing limb decked out in pink and green, caressing the time-darkened stone of one who has passed from now to now-again… The enduring portrait … Continue reading →

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Station

Posted on June 25, 2021 by John Biscello

Anya, I long to reach you only because I know that you are unreachable. It keeps my longing in a chrysalis state, a cocoon state. Nothing ever grows. It simply hums and palpitates and aspires toward growth. It is the … Continue reading →

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Here’s Looking at Us

Posted on June 16, 2019 by John Biscello

Is this not the art and trick to being human, and in love? A matter of perspective, a rooted widening, wherein distances harbor the marvels of intimacy in rapt enclosure?

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Coquetry

Posted on June 16, 2019 by John Biscello

The sea’s salt-fringed skirt glistens, while flashing rare pearls- Shoreline pants, waiting.    

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