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The Fugitive

Posted on April 2, 2019 by John Biscello

One of these mornings, when the weather was different, more forgiving, she would catch up to herself, that fretful woman always just ahead, fifty to one hundred steps or so, hastening to avoid the rain-darkened woman always just behind her … Continue reading →

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Coupling

Posted on April 2, 2019 by John Biscello

Longing comes to know itself as a bushy plant straddling the mist-slicked head of a motionless bike, the soft conjoining tease of silhouettes banking on an anonymous night. (Photo by Brassai)

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Timeshare

Posted on December 16, 2018 by John Biscello

It is scary once you realize that the past can be changed, and that the future is fixed, a rigged absolute. Knowing that changes everything. And what about the present? For some the present is intolerable cruelty, unimpeachable company. For … Continue reading →

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Game of Chance

Posted on December 1, 2018 by John Biscello

He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed his lucky rabbit’s foot before entering.

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Geist

Posted on November 25, 2018 by John Biscello

Memory, like stone tapes, like hardened slabs of analog recalling the icy geist of my childhood in a Brooklyn basement, revisited.

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Wings and Prayers

Posted on August 30, 2018 by John Biscello

“Armed with burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”–Arthur Rimbaud Piers, rocking the morphlife, growing her wings. Nocturne rising. Pinkmilk dawn on its tender heels.

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What Dreams May Come

Posted on August 30, 2018 by John Biscello

Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.

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Footfalls

Posted on March 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Not a simple feat, to follow one’s own footsteps– I, me, her, repeat.

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Veils

Posted on March 22, 2018 by John Biscello

Succubus to self, modeling Salome, dance of the seven deadly veils, thinned, to bare pleasure, and visitation rites.

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Superstar

Posted on March 20, 2018 by John Biscello

Baby, forget the petals, we’ll feed you thorns, you’ll be like Jesus Christ in black tights, a superstar in dark eye shadow, Joan of Arc with your own pop-branded stigmata, the world will adore you– What do you say? Will … Continue reading →

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