Tag Archives: travel

Less Traveled

Posted on September 21, 2026 by John Biscello

I am here while I went there. I am near yet faraway. Both things can be true. Let’s say physically you walked to a place, a tangible and specific location, while mentally, psychically, existentially, you went elsewhere: you traveled to … Continue reading →

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Sanctum

Posted on September 11, 2026 by John Biscello

In fables of solitude and memory I have grieved softly, sounding outlets through many courses and channels carved. Every escape the way back in barred. In other words don’t confuse leaving with exits. In this room, a single-sourced cell and … Continue reading →

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Meshes of Twilight

Posted on September 10, 2026 by John Biscello

She, as in ghosts, as in white-hot incubi with a seductive glassy not there stare that bewitches and allures, bearing melancholy freighted with scraped knees, mirror shards, and broken nails caked and curlicued in dirt. Locked in liminal groove, she … Continue reading →

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Classified Section

Posted on September 6, 2026 by John Biscello

In this season of longing, the pluralized itch and wraith of you and I, coursing parallel tracks to cross imaginary lines where distance mounts the spreading horizon.

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Equatorial

Posted on May 20, 2026 by John Biscello

Find me, she urged, in a bird-broken sky, in mottled swills of ink darkening my want— Find me, wherever I am not, the explicit spreading of distance to tease and captivate Memory’s cosplay in a subtextual plot.

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Here and There

Posted on May 12, 2026 by John Biscello

I am here while I went there. Both things are true. Physically you walked to a place, a tangible and specific location, while mentally and psychically you went elsewhere, you traveled to a different, phantasmal, non-location. You can be in … Continue reading →

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Way Station

Posted on December 19, 2025 by John Biscello

   I am waiting. There I am, see me, waiting on the train station platform. I am waiting for my train. It is a specific train that I am waiting for. When a train begins pulling into the station, I … Continue reading →

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Locomotive

Posted on December 15, 2025 by John Biscello

   You didn’t dream her, you who are slowly climbing aboard a locomotive, being watched, so you feel, by whom? The needling press and burn of eyes on your back, itchy hot collar, you scratch, you cough, you take a … Continue reading →

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Intimate Measures

Posted on December 3, 2025 by John Biscello

It is a lonely road. The road made of words. The words stay put. The feelings don’t. The words crystallize, become the flambed edges of something soft in the center. It is a struggle within, and a turn-on, mud-wrestling false … Continue reading →

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Road Test

Posted on December 1, 2025 by John Biscello

   I spent a great deal of my twenties canned inside the dank sweaty armpit of travel Americana: Greyhound. My longstanding affair with Greyhound was born from a blended cocktail of economics and innate romanticism. As a young man with … Continue reading →

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