Tag Archives: sadness

Crumbs

Posted on December 16, 2025 by John Biscello

That’s him , yeah. That’s right, every day, from late morning to dusk, he sits on that bench and waits for her. I don’t know who she was. His love who left him. Or died. Disappeared. There are all … Continue reading →

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Fins

Posted on September 9, 2025 by John Biscello

The men I have given myself to are scorching a map onto my skin. I’d say it was a map of the underworld, but I don’t know if that’s altogether true. It seems too dramatic, too much like fantasy. And … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged crickets, fiction, girl, map, paper town, Poetry, Prose, sadness, skin, story, Winter | Leave a comment

Blue Jukebox

Posted on August 2, 2022 by John Biscello

She passed through the beads dangling in the doorway. Echoes of beads rattling, like glassy cricket bones crunched, her moving forward, stopping at the counter, men’s heads turning, as if on rubbery swivels, none say a word, wordless the men … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged cantina, dreams, fragment, halluncinations, jukebox, melancholy, music, Prose, sadness | Leave a comment

Postcard from the Edge

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

Posted in Poetry | Tagged days of mourning, grief, life, loss, poem, sadness, what dreams may come | Leave a comment

Jean Rhys

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Beauty, grace, islands, Jean Rhys, John Biscello, literature, passion, poem, Poetry, sadness, sea, spirit, story, tribute, writer, writer's life | Leave a comment

Train

Posted on March 25, 2018 by John Biscello

I understand, you let the wrong one in again– doors close, doors open. (Artwork by Nigel Van Wieck)

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged edward hopper, forlorn, haiku, John Biscello, New York, painting, Poetry, romance, sadness, subway, transit, woman | Leave a comment

Edie

Posted on March 16, 2018 by John Biscello

Too many small hours pimped out to wraiths on parade– Heart, in real time, breaks.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged 1960s, Beauty, Edie Sedgwick, haiku, It Girl, John Biscello, poem, sadness, The Factory, tragedy, warhol | Leave a comment

Anne and the Clouds

Posted on February 27, 2018 by John Biscello

Anne, lovely disturbed Anne, pinned by gravity, and bedded to cobbles, cherishing the vagrant destiny of clouds, and calming distance.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged anne sexton, cherish, clouds, distance, John Biscello, photo, poem, poet, Poetry, sadness, serenity | 2 Comments

Ravels

Posted on December 31, 2017 by John Biscello

At the wound’s core, dark luscious ravels of text, courting, inviolate measures, the fathomless brood of Beauty’s End.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Beauty, dark, deveotion, ink, intimacy, John Biscello, luscious, poem, ravels, sadness, text, writing | Leave a comment

Endear

Posted on December 23, 2017 by John Biscello

Sometimes a word scratched in dark ink onto a page is the loneliest sound in the universe, and yet, what beautiful solitary company these verses endeared to mortal failings.

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Beauty, dream, endear, heart, John Biscello, loneliness, love, poem, Poetry, sadness, writing | Leave a comment