Tag Archives: sun

Casanova’s Memoirs

Posted on February 21, 2024 by John Biscello

The weevils chewing through the wall 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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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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Touch

Posted on December 21, 2023 by John Biscello

Bleed a sunset until your hands are dyed maraschino, until your palms are scorched. Then go to bed with someone you love. Undress them slowly. When you reach the unoccupied territory of bare skin, allow your hands to caress unremittingly. … Continue reading →

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Maraschino

Posted on December 18, 2023 by John Biscello
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All Fours

Posted on November 10, 2022 by John Biscello

We are out here on all fours panting in the sun the bleary merciless maraschino sun burning us. It has been a long while one of those spells that feels foreverish out here in these fields unseen dreaming of god … Continue reading →

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Nuptial

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Splitting image, one sun mounts another, cradled in nuptial fire.

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Shimmer

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

Light’s slow, basking crush on the sea’s shimmied wavelengths– A sunset affair.

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Illustory

Posted on August 23, 2018 by John Biscello

The sky, a photographic illusion, a veiled overlay, which the sun, in this starring instance, burns through from behind, creating a pinhole aperture through which one can vision proof of eternity, and its unending volumes of light.

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Trail

Posted on May 30, 2018 by John Biscello

My stubborn when growing sawteeth fierce as fuck rails against the moon and sun and sea and me bracing that double-edged notion to have to hold in trying to shape the music of air into something that leaves behind a … Continue reading →

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Set Course

Posted on May 23, 2018 by John Biscello

The love I don’t get to live with her, I am going to have to live and attend, sublimely, through fiction, there are only so many lives to choose from, to assume gracefully, so many courses upon which the sun … Continue reading →

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