Tag Archives: Poetry

Tuesday

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

You send yourself letters endlessly. They are postmarked from the future, some future date, some invented date, or the dates are all over the map—future and past switch places like Tuesday and Thursday, or Sunday and Monday. That is to … Continue reading →

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Unsaid

Posted on September 6, 2026 by John Biscello

Waxing blankly, to soothe and mollify, her hand (nails polished electric blue) gagged my mouth (O-shaped in ache) with a hint of phrase, rouge to the touch, and blatantly sheer in its umentionables.

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Classified Section

Posted on September 6, 2026 by John Biscello

In this season of longing, the pluralized itch and wraith of you and I, coursing parallel tracks to cross imaginary lines where distance mounts the spreading horizon.

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Neo-Folk

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Everything always going on. People worry about everything not going on but what they’re really saying beneath the waves what they’re subliminally saying and worrying about is them not going on. Everything going on and them not. How to reconcile … Continue reading →

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Plight Trajectory

Posted on September 3, 2026 by John Biscello

Youth passes in fleeting doses, and doesn’t die a single death, youth as concept and cheat code disassembles into ghosts, into many ghosts which proliferate and spread, in pursuit of seances and possession. Youth, in its death, moves in many … Continue reading →

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Chart

Posted on September 2, 2026 by John Biscello

Memory as a course charted, as grooves cut into void through perennial retreading. Have I been here before can be replaced by have I been here again? It is part of the tease and conundrum of endless. Ask yourself—have I … Continue reading →

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Morphic Trespass

Posted on August 5, 2026 by John Biscello

New vinyl has officially dropped.The back story goes like this:  Musician, Ben Wright, and I, played together for many years, at many venues and gigs, performing our eclectic bop and groove fusion of spoken word and bass (occasionally accompanied by drums, … Continue reading →

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Story

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

Within the alchemy of gist and wonder resides the evergreening lush dark center of stories through which the self rivets its fluid course.

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Habitat

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

Behind the ghosts further ghosts calling. Possession by layered turns and takes evincing quantum roles through which we inhabit.  

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Enclosure

Posted on May 27, 2026 by John Biscello

In the longaching aria and grain of Memory, its mortuary and refrain, the gauzy calling of ghosts— Follow our bodiless drift and want, they monotone in lo-fi chorus— Enclosure, by softly rounded turns, resetting your edited                         self to sync … Continue reading →

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