Tag Archives: Poetry

Jazz

Posted on April 5, 2020 by John Biscello

Syncing into tune, we whistle past the graveyard— Stars, moon, all that jazz.

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Thirteen Ways of Visioning a Crow

Posted on April 5, 2020 by John Biscello

I. Remember that nouns, verbs and adjectives are made-up things. Crows, on the other hand, are real to life, and winged. II. Place a walnut at the edge of a curb. Wait for a crow to swoop down and take … Continue reading →

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What You Can’t See

Posted on March 31, 2020 by John Biscello

Sunset, beading flashfire sparks and gilded symmetry, upon the gloss-dark wings of crows, who, in brazen observance, caw with religious fervor, an airing of lyrics intimately vested to the secret lives of children, walking home, winged.

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Dietrich in Heaven

Posted on March 27, 2020 by John Biscello

Spoken Word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright)

Posted in Audio, photography, Poetry, Press, Uncategorized, Video | Tagged Ben Wright, heaven scent, John Biscello, Marlene Dietrich, Poetry, recorded live, spoken word and bass, the 20s | Leave a comment

If Sylvia Plath and L.L. Cool J. Had Gotten Down

Posted on March 27, 2020 by John Biscello

Spoken word (John Biscello), Bass (Ben Wright).

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Wingspan

Posted on March 26, 2020 by John Biscello

Winged, we found ourselves baiting spools of thinning air— Ground and us, parting.

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Love and Wonderwheeling in a Time of Corona

Posted on March 23, 2020 by John Biscello

I’m not going to lie. From a solipsistic perspective and point of view, it’s been pretty damned sweet. Nowhere to be, no timeclocks clogging and vicegripping the rhythms, movements and pulse of each day’s choiceless unfolding, an unflagging sense of … Continue reading →

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Edge-point

Posted on March 22, 2020 by John Biscello

Sometimes, you’ve got to stand at the liminal edge, equal parts trespass and yield, your entire life a fragile ceremony of plunge and arc, respiring within spells of wonder.

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Visitation Rites

Posted on March 21, 2020 by John Biscello

Above all else, (she told me, her smile a glowing sickle) dignity and grace, for each and every soul on this planet, no one above, no one below, and everything I mean everything you truly need to know you’ve already … Continue reading →

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Processing Claims

Posted on March 20, 2020 by John Biscello

Note to metamorphosizing self: every cocoon quivers and trembles, every process of change brings with it a new set of keys, and claims, every slumber implicitly contains the charge of wakefulness, and every grief minnows within a sea of holy … Continue reading →

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