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Samsara and an Order of Fries

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

Consider the alternative: an itinerant circus where headless chickens pilot aeroplanes and kamikaze into the swollen sides of whitewashed barns and people in city traffic function as belligerent seals honking until the moon has a breakdown and refuses to come … Continue reading →

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Shadowlands

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

There was only so many chances one could be given. It was the law of averages, gambler’s physics, something. The woman he had left behind was the same as the one waiting inside. Dresses were funny that way. He wondered … Continue reading →

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Crash and Burn

Posted on April 1, 2019 by John Biscello

South of no man’s border the landing strip was effaced by stones. Avalanche, they claimed. You kept on flying, critically low on fuel, never dreaming the side of a mountain might find you asleep too full of sky.  

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Lunacy

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

i found god buddha einstein mother mary and winnie the pooh in the very air that asks balloons to hold their breath as a testimony to the lore of attraction and cherish.

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(Sub)Missive

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

The lore of missive keeps writers minds on their hearts as they freehand scratches into the purling skin of history’s feted edges.

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Mission Impossible

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Existential lessons from a girl named Alice– The secret door that is concealed behind a curtain and is smaller than you are is usually the best possible option when walking dream-first into the allegedly impossible.

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At Sliver’s End

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

To walk upon this earth is to know an umbrella as the tenderly held religion of farewells, to slow-dream the mystery of purple as a moistened letting of time sliver by pooling sliver.

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Mercy Mercy Me

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Some time-tested facts: 1. Every shadow courts its own double, its own set of fractures.   2. Make-up, and its composite symmetry of masks turn, at day’s end, to sidereal flakes of ash.   3. Your true face was printed … Continue reading →

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This is Only a Jest

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Beatitude, resigned to solemn inbreeding, refers to the plastic gospel of the fool at play, its solitude parallel to fresh grafitti tagged on white walls for an audience cataleptically torn between vagrancy and faith.

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Cadenza

Posted on March 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Some death is musical, a candied apparition scalding the bones of Venus in soft chambers of silk and notes of smoldering silence.

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