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Baffle

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

It had been a long climb up the steps, and an even longer journey to get there. And now this. The man, who had been a boy when he started the trip, paused, to catch his breath, to settle into … Continue reading →

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Wisp

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Stray leaf, prey to numinous strands of web, Ephemera’s passage, frozen, discreetly, to divine wisp from perish.

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Canticle

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Thistles, structuring a feral paragraph in open space, as the stray feather, cruciform to fence, parlays the canticle of Muse, unfettered.

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Ssshh!

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

Solitary bench, modeling its full silence– lovers secrets, ssshh!

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Bench

Posted on March 1, 2018 by John Biscello

You know the story, the bench, the promise, the waiting, the interminable stretch of waiting, and the love that never returned, as the girl became a woman and then dead. You know the legend, how the woman is still waiting, … Continue reading →

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Haze

Posted on February 28, 2018 by John Biscello

Imperturbable, the necessary golem roots in the cradle where lullabies fan, and hover, as if haze to gently respiring bloom.   (Sculpture by Constantin Brancusi)

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Recoil

Posted on February 28, 2018 by John Biscello

The weddings didn’t come off, for either one. Limbo, reciting their grief, and frozen recoil, held them aloft, sisters annointed by a rogue strain of etheric default.   (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

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Man on a Bicycle

Posted on February 28, 2018 by John Biscello

The man, to make a living, had plastered hundreds of faces upon walls, but there was something about this one which held him captive. It wasn’t just the stardom of her name, its siren-call, but the sheer magnitude of artifice, … Continue reading →

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Scene

Posted on February 28, 2018 by John Biscello

She was an accident waiting to happen, came the whispers. Not the kind of woman you’d want to be seen out with, muttered one Mack to another. I always knew she’d wind up like this, cried a woman, mirroring her … Continue reading →

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Anne and the Clouds

Posted on February 27, 2018 by John Biscello

Anne, lovely disturbed Anne, pinned by gravity, and bedded to cobbles, cherishing the vagrant destiny of clouds, and calming distance.

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