Tag Archives: love

Sea Change

Posted on August 25, 2024 by John Biscello

Excerpt from my recently completed novel, Worlds Last Imagined. This fragment is a meditation upon the tenuous and subjective relationship between memory and fiction: She stood at a distance, imagining her daughter there, playing. She saw how her daughter lit … 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 28, 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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Whispers

Posted on December 26, 2023 by John Biscello

Whisper, I want to be inside you, to your lover, when she is in the middle of a parent-teacher conference. Whisper, between your thighs I found blue lightning, to your lover, when she is driving in congested traffic on the … Continue reading →

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Mooning

Posted on December 22, 2023 by John Biscello

Go outside with a hand mirror on a full moon night. Breathe into the mirror. Then hold the mirror up to the moon at such an angle that moonlight is reflected into the palm of your free hand. Go to … Continue reading →

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Call and Response

Posted on December 20, 2023 by John Biscello

Find an old telephone booth. If you can’t find an old telephone booth, use a refrigerator box, or the dimensional equivalent. Enter the booth or box. Place a dime, real or imaginary, inside the phantom slot and place a call … Continue reading →

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Path to Mercy

Posted on October 13, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Among the hallowed assembly of serene countenances and stillness humble rabbit bows down supplicating not only for mercy but to hear the laughter of the lost children resounding endlessly in a forest of echoes and … Continue reading →

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Window for Two

Posted on August 9, 2022 by John Biscello

Do you plan to get up today Max? No Marge, you? I am up. You plan on staying up? No, just wanted a spot of tea. That’s very British of you. What is? A spot of tea . . . … Continue reading →

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The Source

Posted on May 8, 2022 by John Biscello

For mothers everywhere: Their hearts, registeredas infinite beacons,have gone gentlyand luminously into nightsnot so good and pitch-black, bravingflytrap folds and god-awful rowsto soothe, mend andrestore the bruised vitalsof daughters and sons;they go, infused with bright rage,green force driving homenocturnes and … Continue reading →

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Into the Blue

Posted on December 22, 2020 by John Biscello

I have been scratching at air since I was a child, and have had the good fortune of feeling into words that have fallen out of thin blue nowhere– And these words I have gathered, or to put it more … Continue reading →

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