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Vigil

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

Clouds, fleecy in glaring mass, softly, softly, the words tender themselves to silence in passing.

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Compass

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

It could be called Variations on Love, how we find each other again and again, in different modes and phases, nearness teased out of growth’s grinning desire to story and multiply, to bring lives into exquisite sync and pulse— This, … Continue reading →

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Enclosure

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

Her body, her body breaking in time, a vivid stutter and scratch, repeated in my mind’s amateur attempts to braid or grasp what amounts to sand in wind— Life, oh life, a series of manic shutters and twitches, threaded to … Continue reading →

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May-Day

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

(Buon compleanno, Nonna Maggio!) As a wounded bird,forever hesitant in flight and gamble,a parable unto your own tender cause,your eyes gave watery wayto a trilling warble,a brave and weary tunethat spoke soundly of hearts breakinginto smiles,never too soonor wasted. (Mat … Continue reading →

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Hymn

Posted on April 14, 2026 by John Biscello

In her body, her body, repeatable as scorch and given grail, I come blindly into words, so many words, a stunning slate of Braille and seductive run-on— my fingers, dodo in their impossible flights, stutter and fail to reach the … Continue reading →

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Micro-Film

Posted on March 5, 2026 by John Biscello

Modeling tense pause in a suspended sentence– noir, titled: Breathless.

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Night Call

Posted on March 5, 2026 by John Biscello

Modeling a Warhol factory recall in red and blatant noir, a long day’s journey into a cinematic cliché of night casts her in the static role of gauzy extra— the frontal glare of lucid life finds her fading in quiet … Continue reading →

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Hymn

Posted on December 21, 2025 by John Biscello

We are here, but briefly,shadows of candle-lightdancing between dust and choir,day and night,so consider todaya good dayto begin, or to continueunwrapping yourself,and giving you to you as a gift,your soul rightfully taggedas both receiver and sender,in what constitutesa wild embracing … Continue reading →

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Monk’s Dream (Take Five)

Posted on October 29, 2025 by John Biscello
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Red Wind

Posted on August 18, 2025 by John Biscello

The stilettos of red wind go on pecking at me, at us. We haven’t seen our mother in seven months. She was taken away. I could present evidence of my mother— kitchens tattooed onto her elbows and wrists, walking the … Continue reading →

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