Tag Archives: time

Of Place and Haunt

Posted on October 11, 2025 by John Biscello

It was a town caught in the thorny stasis between living and dying, between mortuary and chrysalis. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling of … Continue reading →

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Because I Dreamed

Posted on September 10, 2025 by John Biscello

I never say the babies’ names, because there is danger in that. I know that their names spoken, details given, things brought too much into the light, means we can be found. Their ears own so much: text, air, radio-waves, … Continue reading →

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Time, Travel

Posted on February 7, 2024 by John Biscello

The boy sat on the train that would take him to the station where he would catch the train that would take him to the airport where he would be lifted away from everything he had been dreaming in real-time. … Continue reading →

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Telegram

Posted on December 24, 2023 by John Biscello

Send a telegram from a future perspective to someone who resembles you in present time. In the telegram, tell the person resembling you who and what you would like to become. Assure them that this is not blackmail or psychic … Continue reading →

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Romance

Posted on October 17, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Dilapidation a stunning aphrodisiac for the soul hopelessly in love with time’s obscene touch and lusting after erosion as a blatant course of conjugal intimacy.

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Every Always

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

So, to example: There was a tramp both in and out of time, an iconic tramp who is now and always, he is not old never old, not new never new, he is ever and now and always this tramp … Continue reading →

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Time after Time

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

When and where time goes unrecognized there is a beautiful purposeless freeze, the swiftness of eternity so swift there is no race at all, no motion, just music, which is why shakespeare urged one and all to play on, why … Continue reading →

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Time Enough At Last

Posted on November 17, 2022 by John Biscello

Time, the sound of time racing through our ears, slipping past us, children’s bicycles the sound of brrrrrringgg brrrrrringggg, bells on bicycles brrrrrringgging, and the children become more or less old then more or less dead and we hold funerals … Continue reading →

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Giantess

Posted on June 1, 2022 by John Biscello

Between bewildered, and the wildest seasons of time and longing, she derived dreamily the spatial pulse of God’s somnolent core.

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In Search of Lost Time

Posted on November 28, 2021 by John Biscello

One thing we cannot recover is time. Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do.    Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is trying to … Continue reading →

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