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Paper Route

Posted on December 1, 2025 by John Biscello

   It’s hard when you live in a paper town. You see the other kids, the real ones, playing at the linen edges, the cloth borders, and you want to interact with them but you can’t cross over. There is … Continue reading →

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Fins

Posted on September 9, 2025 by John Biscello

The men I have given myself to are scorching a map onto my skin. I’d say it was a map of the underworld, but I don’t know if that’s altogether true. It seems too dramatic, too much like fantasy. And … Continue reading →

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Marguerite Duras

Posted on March 16, 2018 by John Biscello

Mapped, in glaring veins, cut, to secrete lucid text– Yes, love, I bleed light.

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Map

Posted on October 17, 2016 by John Biscello

Mapping the bluest eye through a cave-dwelling perspective alighted.

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