Tag Archives: postcard

Godot in Vegas

Posted on September 8, 2025 by John Biscello

This just in: No one is waiting for Godot anymore. No one has the time or interest. Plus, no one knows who he, or Samuel Beckett is. The wastelands are even dryer, tubercular in their plot and scrape, and presently … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged 1960s, desert., fragment, las vegas, Poetry, postcard, Prose, samuel beckett, story, waiting for godot, wasteland | Leave a comment

Postcard from the Edge

Posted on August 20, 2025 by John Biscello

On a chrome operating table, an umbrella and a sewing machine make love. Are about to make love. Have already made love. One or the other or the other. It is industrial burlesque in a vintage Parisian postcard bearing a … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged love, lust, moon, Poetry, postcard, Prose, romance, secret affair, sewing machine, Surrealism, umbrella | Leave a comment

Postcard

Posted on January 9, 2024 by John Biscello

Send a blank postcard from an unspecified place to a friend. Call them up and ask them to imagine what it is like where you are, and what it is like where you are not. Then request a blank postcard … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged correspondence, everywhere and nowhere, musing, poem, postcard, Prose, words | Leave a comment

Parasol

Posted on October 25, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. There is a secret heaven, a cloud-padded nook for those who stroll the streets, vintage in their own manner and calling, parasol doubling as a firmament, through which rainy day blues become weathered postcards of … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged japan, niigata, nostlagia, parasol, poem, postcard, rainy day, umbrella, vintage | Leave a comment

Edges

Posted on October 19, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Zen, and the art of postcard from no known sender– You, too, are passing.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged art, haiku, japan, photography, poem, postcard, proof and illusion, sky tree, tokyo, zen | Leave a comment

Changing Room

Posted on June 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Advertisements for astronauts in fish-net stockings, and you, tobacco-stained fingertips, a scholar of whistling, salacious in the way you used to spit brown juice into the wind, expecting to not get hit— those were the days, I sighed to my … Continue reading →

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Send to Returner

Posted on October 29, 2020 by John Biscello

At the edge of a weathered postcard, the faintest glisten, by which memory holds true and offers proof—There were people, a trip, a sea, clouds, fragile patterns, mist. There was this life, where we dreamed, and so this postcard, this … Continue reading →

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Weathervane

Posted on May 31, 2019 by John Biscello

Umbrella opens at the touch of what’s to come– Bodies rain in sync.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, how bodies rain, John Biscello, passion prevails, postcard, the way we were, umbrella, vintage | Leave a comment

Vintage

Posted on October 31, 2017 by John Biscello

Lovers reign by kiss, sealing vintage in time-lock– Fated, no recourse.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged dream, erotic, fall, fate, haiku, John Biscello, love, lovers, poem, Poetry, postcard, romance, umbrella, vintage | Leave a comment

Wish You Were Here

Posted on July 6, 2017 by John Biscello

Send us postcards from your loneliest places, your fault-lines and secret rivets, send us words and we promise not to burn them, we promise that something of the ineffable will stick, as if a lasting thorn in God’s bruised paw.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged God, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Poetry, postcard, wish you were here | Leave a comment