Tag Archives: room

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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Monkeys

Posted on May 12, 2026 by John Biscello

Monkeys in a dark room, the darkness reeking of lice and mold, the only light coming from the beaconing cherry glow of the cigarettes sticking out of the monkeys’ humpty-hump mouths, typewriters thrill the silence with cacophonous clacking, each and … Continue reading →

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Room

Posted on December 2, 2025 by John Biscello

   She was an avid writer of obscure texts. Her obscure texts, which related to identity, language and alienation, rendered the topics as and through compound fractures. She adopted the brokenness and mirrored it obscurely in brokenness. Self/reflecting through heretical … Continue reading →

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Ship

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello

Be alone in small solitude in a room. Place votive candles in a scale model of a famous ship, the Lusitania, the Andrea Doria, the Titanic. Close your eyes. See yourself on the ship mingling with the other passengers. Listen … Continue reading →

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Eternal Return

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello

Ask yourself where you want to spend eternity. Consider eternity as noun and as a verb. Go into a bare room, a void sanctum of intimate dimensions, and sit with yourself, allowing eternity to feather outward as a flood. Notice … Continue reading →

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Room

Posted on December 15, 2023 by John Biscello
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Still Life

Posted on August 23, 2023 by John Biscello

In our petitions for mercy repose is the standard by which we elicit the preferred company of grace.

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Portrait of a Man in a Hotel Room

Posted on April 15, 2021 by John Biscello

The man in the white hat and white suit walked into a shabby hotel room, carrying a battered brown valise. It was a valise that had seen mileage. The man opened the door, and then closed it behind him. He … Continue reading →

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