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Storm Front

Posted on November 13, 2020 by John Biscello

“I think we are climates above which pause threats of storms that take place elsewhere.”—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet What then, this weather of strange balloons and vanities engorged like blowfish bladders purpling to the point of bursting? Who, … Continue reading →

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Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Posted on April 9, 2020 by John Biscello

Breathing in, this holy seethe, an etheric reflux of fierce fire and starlight, which has kept me in tow and fasting thrall to my dreams for as long as I can remember. When I was a budding young sorcerer, new … Continue reading →

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Sylvia Plath

Posted on November 24, 2019 by John Biscello

To be a mother, and to double as a dark sorceress, a cleaver of dried bones, could not have been easy. Especially in the 1950s. They burned witches then, as well as reds and blacks and faggots, and other things … Continue reading →

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From the Sorcerer’s Handbook

Posted on October 25, 2019 by John Biscello

Do not explain music Do not explain dreams the elusive penetrates everything You must know that everything rhymes —Wols   There is something deeply comforting about this, deeply reassuring. Everything rhymes. A universe of correspondences, of sequential richness, metaphysical jazz. … Continue reading →

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Sorcery

Posted on August 11, 2017 by John Biscello

The false portal, merely window dressing, appeared in retrospect, long after the floating disc of arclight had guided her past the wraith, and teeth of smoke, a daring exit into fathomless depths.

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