Tag Archives: travel

Without Proper Guidance

Posted on November 17, 2024 by John Biscello

They had me in a corner and ganged up on me. A team of guidance counselors wearing black turtlenecks, black Dickies, black wingtips, wristwatches, and spotlessly clean spectacles. Their voices harmonized in a harsh baritone chorus: Biscello (ohhhh…ohhhhh…sounded the echo)—what … Continue reading →

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Veils

Posted on November 12, 2024 by John Biscello

Invention was your solitude and twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The calculated manner in which you spread secret pages, like silk violet capes or fringed shawls, promising an air of mystery and desire. You enabled the cause of symmetry, so … Continue reading →

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We Pause for Glacial Identification

Posted on November 10, 2024 by John Biscello

It is the winter within, the writer dying, the chaos bible scored in ice, texts of veins, I mean, I think I mean, veins of text, veins and bulging whorls of text embedded in ice, and your body moving through … Continue reading →

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Green Dark

Posted on February 8, 2024 by John Biscello

We enter forests at the liminal risk of time lost to the vagrancies of dreaming and silence of choir— Engendered by echoes and bated tense we move on at the mercy of mirrorless haunt.

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Footnotes

Posted on February 7, 2024 by John Biscello

Streets, vivid in character, and seeded in the calming lore of desolation and subtext, train the wanderer’s interest to stop, notice, gaze deeply at or into causes warming us to the effects through which we marvel, lost, at curiously intimate … 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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Jizo and the Lost Children

Posted on February 5, 2024 by John Biscello

They were everywhere in the woods. Clustered in hidden batches, concealed, unseen or barely peeking out from foliage or grass, the verdant estate of jizos, some whose faces had been worn away by the elements, others with shadows and hints … Continue reading →

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Notices

Posted on December 27, 2023 by John Biscello

When you die, tell everyone there has been a change of address, and you will send the new coordinates as soon as you have them. When you die, tell everyone you are taking a trip to somewhere you’ve never been, … Continue reading →

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Lengths

Posted on October 24, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. Dreaming is given to distances laid over by intimacy.

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How Many Miles?

Posted on October 20, 2023 by John Biscello

From the series, Japan Poems. There is no journey– Only myths in which we fit our lust to wander.

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