Tag Archives: Stars

Searchlight

Posted on September 8, 2026 by John Biscello

You are being crafted and curated right now, as you speak. Scraps of filmreel flickering and bringing to life shadows of a life lived, echoes of fiction bygone. Memory as the green-screen slate upon which cinema is perpetrated. Behind the … Continue reading →

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In Praise of Abstraction

Posted on May 11, 2026 by John Biscello

Abstraction is essential. It is a key tenet and cog in mapless wayfaring. The compass by which we’ve calculated starstuff as sacral molten matter in our dream-stream and slow burn. It is Romanticism caped under a lemon parasol with Impressionism … Continue reading →

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Compass

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

It could be called Variations on Love, how we find each other again and again, in different modes and phases, nearness teased out of growth’s grinning desire to story and multiply, to bring lives into exquisite sync and pulse— This, … Continue reading →

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Because the Night

Posted on March 27, 2025 by John Biscello

In lyrical, abetted praise of Patti Smith, white witch torchbearer of punk mettle and lightning bones— She, wildly grown and gutter-starred, remains in love and swelling thrall to the Romantic timbre and clash of Rimbaud’s unrelenting wake, or Plath’s penning … Continue reading →

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Perfect Day

Posted on January 28, 2024 by John Biscello

The weevils chewing through the walls and burrowing into the hollows. Rot sets in. Yet I wake up and the sun is a perfect circle, a ball of fire, a kissing fool’s star. I smile. To hell with the weevils. … Continue reading →

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Children of the Moon

Posted on November 10, 2022 by John Biscello

We the motherless fatherless children of the moon wake up dreamless weeping. This is why we seek the all dreaming. The all dreaming is more feeling than place. Sometimes not always but sometimes we are chased by the fates. The … Continue reading →

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The Gift

Posted on August 9, 2022 by John Biscello

Within the scarry stories of the heart lived a little girl with no actual name who gave stars as playthings to all her imaginary friends.

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A Star is Born

Posted on December 21, 2021 by John Biscello

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.

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Fly by Night

Posted on October 14, 2021 by John Biscello

Longing does not require a precedent, or even a known catalyst. It is, in its purest form, the solvent call of homesickness, which is why our hearts, in their cause and breaking, claim the smallest birds as stars, and the … Continue reading →

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Slow Burn

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“He who has realized that sun and stars and souls do not ramble in a vacuum will keep his heart in readiness for the hour when the world is entranced.” — Abraham Joshua Heschel, I Asked for Wonder With or … Continue reading →

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