Tag Archives: sisters

Outpost

Posted on November 11, 2025 by John Biscello

They don’t know my name. Thank god. If they knew my name, they’d curse it, they’d turn it into meat scrap. The stories have to keep changing. And the characters. Or they will find us. I realize I am … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged arctic circle, brothers, family, fiction, fragment, Prose, sisters, story, storytelling, survival, work in progress | Leave a comment

Goblins

Posted on October 27, 2025 by John Biscello

Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video | Tagged daughters, fable, family, ghosts, goblins, menace to society, Poetry, shadows, sisters, Spoken Word, the vanished, voices, writing | Leave a comment

Old and Young

Posted on September 12, 2025 by John Biscello

In the fairy tale the young girl slept for a long time and when she woke up she was old. She saw her old self in the mirror and was horrified, but also accepting. And a little in love. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged absence, body, dreams, fiction, fragment, house, life, mother, old, pieces, Prose, sisters, story, young | Leave a comment

Night

Posted on September 7, 2025 by John Biscello

At night I go out, scorched and empty. I pool inside myself all day, every day, a sipping and flooding, and then I carry this out with me into the night. There is a hissing that I can hear out … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged clouds, family, fiction, fragment, night, nightwalk, Prose, rent, short story, sisters, story, these days, walking, writing | Leave a comment

The Sisters

Posted on May 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Bearing the burden of beauty and mysterious growth the sisters kept themselves aloft and separated from a world with mostly closed doors and severely cramped imagination. (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Artwork, dorothea tanning, giant sunflower, it's a kind of magic, John Biscello, poem, sisters, Surrealism | Leave a comment

Candles

Posted on March 16, 2018 by John Biscello

One for each of us, happy born-day, dear sister– Beyond human reach. (Artwork by Dorothea Tanning)

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged Artwork, birthday, candles, dorothea tanning, haiku, home, John Biscello, Light, poem, sisters, surreal, tree | Leave a comment

Recoil

Posted on February 28, 2018 by John Biscello

The weddings didn’t come off, for either one. Limbo, reciting their grief, and frozen recoil, held them aloft, sisters annointed by a rogue strain of etheric default. (Artwork by Linda Stojak)

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged brides, ghosts, haunting, John Biscello, linda stojak, painting, poem, Poetry, recoil, red, sisters, white | Leave a comment

Atoms of Eve

Posted on August 27, 2017 by John Biscello

Atoms of Eve, sawed in half, daughters, sons, beyond your command– Gender-play (see: Pan)

Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized | Tagged album, atoms, CocoRosie, eve, gender, gender-bending, John Biscello, music, pan, peter pan, photo, poem, Poetry, sisters | Leave a comment

road trip w/ cocorosie

Posted on May 25, 2016 by John Biscello

two sisters, sawed in half at birth, dys membered family roots splintered, offshooting scraps, tatters, shotgun hobbyhorses cruising high noons in dada’s sedan, desert sun bleeding maraschino, while the sisters suctioned to red backseat vinyl, swill acid lemonade from styrofoam … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged CocoRosie, gothic cabaret, John Biscello, Literary, magic, music, Poetry, pop, sisters, Surrealism | Leave a comment