Tag Archives: self

Dark Matter

Posted on December 4, 2025 by John Biscello

A story from out of the dark. First there was one voice, followed by a second voice … the dark twists itself into shapes and semblances. The dark is the clothing our ghosts wear. I have tried to acquaint myself … Continue reading →

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Screen Test

Posted on November 21, 2025 by John Biscello

Memory. How we amass and compile what equates to an archival collection of footage which constitutes an identity, a life … in private screening rooms, we view ourselves, scenes, episodes, and settle ourselves into what comprises identity. Yet there is … Continue reading →

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Seance

Posted on September 18, 2025 by John Biscello

It was a time in her life when she was not there, not inside herself or her life. And she was pregnant. Pregnant by the wrong man, so many wrong turns and wrong men, and this one, a mislaid night … Continue reading →

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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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Outtake

Posted on November 19, 2024 by John Biscello

I saw the sign in the window: Lessons Learned/Karma Burned. I went inside. The studio reeked of frankincense. And cotton candy. Greeting me at the door, as if she had been waiting for me, was a tall, well-toned woman in … Continue reading →

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Posted on February 4, 2024 by John Biscello
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Yoko Wuz Here

Posted on January 3, 2024 by John Biscello

Pretend you are a woman named Yoko Ono. Pretend you are a man named Yoko Ono. A goldfish named Yoko Ono. A machine registered as Yoko Ono. A children’s book titled Yoko Ono and the Falling Upward Star (#3 in … Continue reading →

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Curriculum Vitae

Posted on January 3, 2024 by John Biscello

Born: Waiting (Still) Dead: Today (Always) At Present: Redeemable Interpersonal Skills: Works in Progress Education: Breathing Objective: Not Applicable

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Eulogy

Posted on January 1, 2024 by John Biscello

Drop dead several times each day and recite advance eulogies for the persons so explicitly shed. Allow grief to function not as barrier or backwater but rather a marker for diminishing returns.

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