Tag Archives: Poetry

Notation

Posted on April 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Ghosts, in lucid drag, bare to the drifts and unerring grace of realms unending— we, in human-rent shape, exercise particles in a quantum plot of recall and dramatic flair— these mortal coils, shed, in frets and arpeggios, scale by scale, … Continue reading →

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The Wonder Years

Posted on April 14, 2025 by John Biscello

We are here but briefly, fingered skeins and finite exhales threaded within a spiraling fable of ordered repetitions and infinite respiration— We are the supplest of gilded elegies, membered to the magnetic cause of wake and dream.

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All That Jazz

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

In the Beginning was the Be All End All, and from out of lidless silence and void emerged a beat, hailing another beat, and it wasn’t long before the Universe, speaking in tongues and verses, was percussin’ its ass off … Continue reading →

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Fool’s Play

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

The lighted lot and plight of fools is dancing an inspired jig, duly possessed, at cliff’s edge, in tuning for an epic plunge into the necessary unknown, or, sacred is as sacred does, when testing talismanic runes against gravity’s proof … Continue reading →

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Twice Five Miles podcast interview

Posted on April 4, 2025 by John Biscello

It was an absolute pleasure being a guest on the Twice Five Miles podcast with James Nave, getting to discuss youth theater, the writing life, creative process, and many other things under the sun and moon.

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Bare

Posted on April 3, 2025 by John Biscello

Cause to the effect are the children of the revolution of imperishable blooms, nuptial and slant in their trembling offshoots, they beseech, in coded air— By all means necessary, cede to the lasting proof of light tendered to fuse and … Continue reading →

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Here, Now

Posted on April 2, 2025 by John Biscello

All is a mutable feast, a panoply and paragon of lore and dropped beats, of here, and not here, all at once— effect upon the cause are the visionary takes of the radiant children, sampling source-feed from stunning slates of … Continue reading →

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Buster

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

(April Fool’s Day, 2025: a haiku in honor of the Great Stoneface, Buster Keaton.) The lot of the fool–a fresh bouquet of flowersdelivered too late.

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Sonata of the I

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

The hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), roving through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles—proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s gullet … Continue reading →

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Pilgrimage of the I

Posted on April 1, 2025 by John Biscello

A hatless pilgrim, roving this way and that, a man embodying the virtues of scat (in every sense of the word), wandering through starched cardstock fields in search of an impossible flower and its stingy nettles— proud, pistil-engraved, the flower’s … Continue reading →

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