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Obscene not Herded

Posted on March 27, 2017 by John Biscello

Destiny, the morningstar, hikes her dress up high and pisses a saberlike stream of light, honeyed pixels outsourcing guidance.

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Naming Desire

Posted on March 26, 2017 by John Biscello

Whoever I am, I have always depended on the kindness of words— such strange company these solitary verses.

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Bedsores

Posted on March 26, 2017 by John Biscello

In the permanent flophouse Love reigns supreme— A tried and torn migrant ready to drop from chronic fatigue

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i for an I

Posted on March 26, 2017 by John Biscello

Dear Letters of the Alphabet, We regret to inform you of the untimely death of one of your brethren, lowercase i. Gone missing a while back, we were hoping for its return to its rightful place in the alphabet, but … Continue reading →

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How-To Manual

Posted on March 26, 2017 by John Biscello

Hands reach, instinctively, because they understand what the mind’s fixed gears are sometimes too tight or slow to grasp: the necessity of shrinking distance through first contact, the dream-life of prayers.

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Film Treatment

Posted on March 26, 2017 by John Biscello

God in the small details, the Devil in the abstract— in between, Us, the stuff stars are made from, on the cutting room floor.

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Winnie Cooper #9

Posted on March 23, 2017 by John Biscello

After all these years I still might use the same technique: tugging on pigtails. A cruel and delightful swing, gaining momentum to vault headfirst into your secret hive, vaguely aware of and interested in honey, but the main draw, your … Continue reading →

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Bird in a Hand

Posted on March 22, 2017 by John Biscello

A silver lining on the raven’s bruised left wing– endowment for the arts

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Station Identification

Posted on March 22, 2017 by John Biscello

Professional lips moving at the speed of bullshit– wait for the pause, wait.

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Pronoun, Singular

Posted on March 22, 2017 by John Biscello

I for an I, the faltering trade-in of an egotist contracting tunnels at the expense of light’s vented kiss.

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