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Now Playing

Posted on May 18, 2026 by John Biscello

In the bluest breath of want we are ghosts haunting our own lives possessed by the mutable shadows of cinema.

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Freight Blues

Posted on May 18, 2026 by John Biscello

In the bluest breath of want, pooling to unseemly levels, making beggars of desire’s taste for excess, we run on and on, riveted to freight and laboring conundrum.

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Flicker

Posted on May 18, 2026 by John Biscello

In the longaching cinema of memory, the gauzy calling and want of ghosts, exponentially the veiled sum of fading and pulse.

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Haunt

Posted on May 16, 2026 by John Biscello

She, as in ghosts, the seductive glassy not-there stare making you long for what has passed, or is passing— Séance, persuasive in its call and touch, a cheat code flirting with disaster, or remnants haunting thereafter.

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Loom

Posted on May 15, 2026 by John Biscello

In the manic solitude of invention and bloom, I shutter to think, therefore I scam, hustling room for one’s own company to keep you, casting, in fuckable thrall.

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Eyes

Posted on May 13, 2026 by John Biscello

I could not stare into anyone’s eyes too long. It was like staring openly at the sun. The light was too much to bear. Not to mention, within the stunning field of light projected from eyes were congealed specks and … Continue reading →

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This Book Doesn’t Resolve Itself

Posted on April 16, 2026 by John Biscello

“So many novels are built around control. Even when they deal with rupture, they shape it into something we can grapple with. Events lead somewhere. Meaning accumulates in a way that can be tracked. By the end, the reader understands … Continue reading →

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Glaze

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

Solitude waxing blankly in the company of words— Moon’s forecast: warm, gospel, and fuzzy.

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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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