Tag Archives: moon

Speakeasy

Posted on May 20, 2026 by John Biscello

They the fable-soaked and sorrowful children of the moon engender shadows if only to bootleg the mercury of departure to trespass lightly.

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Glaze

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

Solitude waxing blankly in the company of words— Moon’s forecast: warm, gospel, and fuzzy.

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Moonstruck

Posted on September 17, 2025 by John Biscello

A lamp clicks on. A swath of gauzy light projects cinematically onto a chrome operating table, where an umbrella and a sewing machine are making love. Are about to make love. Have already made love. Their romance transcends tenses and … Continue reading →

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Fable

Posted on September 8, 2025 by John Biscello

I have become moonless in my grief, a paled comparison. But to what? To who I used to be? What I expected to become? I feel as if I’ve been laid out an operating table, and Time, as a methodically … Continue reading →

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Postcard from the Edge

Posted on August 20, 2025 by John Biscello

On a chrome operating table, an umbrella and a sewing machine make love. Are about to make love. Have already made love. One or the other or the other. It is industrial burlesque in a vintage Parisian postcard bearing a … 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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Judy Garland

Posted on December 21, 2023 by John Biscello

Tell yourself Christmas is a Technicolor fantasy celebrated on the moon. Bring young Judy Garland to mind. Have her sing Christmas is a Technicolor fantasy celebrated on the moon, the lyrics improvisationally transmitted from your mind to her lips. While … Continue reading →

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Technicolor

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello
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Stopover

Posted on October 23, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. In the fast season of love hotels lusting cast melding prefers dark.

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Children of the Moon

Posted on November 10, 2022 by John Biscello

We the motherless fatherless children of the moon wake up dreamless weeping. This is why we seek the all dreaming. The all dreaming is more feeling than place. Sometimes not always but sometimes we are chased by the fates. The … Continue reading →

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