Tag Archives: Poetry

Casanova’s Memoirs

Posted on February 21, 2024 by John Biscello

The weevils chewing through the wall and burrowing into the hollows. Rot sets in. Yet I wake up and the sun is a perfect circle, a ball of fire, a kissing fool’s star. I smile. To hell with the weevils. … Continue reading →

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Ark

Posted on February 20, 2024 by John Biscello

Semen has flowed. The danger is past. This is an old proverb from a sunken country, a made-up country, a country that no longer exists or never did. This mother country with its many flaring mother tongues and tidals of … Continue reading →

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Music

Posted on February 20, 2024 by John Biscello

We Are Ugly But We Have the Music. This is our title, our collective moniker, our flag. It is a torn and flagless flag, denominating no allegiances, no cultural attachments, no geo-political persuasions or fevered legionspeak. None of that. We … Continue reading →

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Green Dark

Posted on February 8, 2024 by John Biscello

We enter forests at the liminal risk of time lost to the vagrancies of dreaming and silence of choir— Engendered by echoes and bated tense we move on at the mercy of mirrorless haunt.

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Love and Death

Posted on February 8, 2024 by John Biscello

The branch of the tree reaching down. It reaches down to graze the time-scarred headstone, to caress it. Could this be … a secret love story, a love story with no history, or with a cortege of history, spanning many … Continue reading →

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Visitation Rites

Posted on February 7, 2024 by John Biscello

Metaphors underscore every moment of passage. For example, we, being guests upon this earth but briefly, solidly imagined as entities before dissolving into blurs, en route to fading, among the gusty corteges of transit.

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Passage

Posted on February 7, 2024 by John Biscello

Empty streets beckon to breed favored solitude among vagrant dreams.

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Jizo and the Lost Children

Posted on February 5, 2024 by John Biscello

They were everywhere in the woods. Clustered in hidden batches, concealed, unseen or barely peeking out from foliage or grass, the verdant estate of jizos, some whose faces had been worn away by the elements, others with shadows and hints … Continue reading →

Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose | Tagged children, compassion, japan, jizo, niigata, Poetry, Prose, rabbit, sado island, sketch, travel | Leave a comment

A.I.

Posted on February 4, 2024 by John Biscello

Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video | Tagged 21st century programming, a.i., building a nuclear family, family refunctioning, identity, intelligence artificialized, poem, Poetry, self immolation, Spoken Word, tech yourself before you wreck yourself, tinders and cinders | Leave a comment

End of Days

Posted on February 4, 2024 by John Biscello

Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video | Tagged apocalyptic bop, end of days, fallout shelters, family affair, get your groove on, it's all greek to me, new myths, persona, Poetry, Spoken Word, we are family, what's in a name | Leave a comment