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Jean Rhys

Posted on April 22, 2018 by John Biscello

You held the islands in your eyes, where it rained and rained and then the sun warmed wet to a wafting hiss. This Jean, you, the feline slink, filigreed shock, and sinewy comb of whitelaced waves ruffling upon puttied blobs … Continue reading →

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Anais Nin

Posted on April 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Invention was your solitude, your twin, wasn’t it, Miss Nin? The way you spread secret pages like silk violet capes, like fringed shawls, over an air of mystery, and err of desire. You enabled symmetry, to confess. Why couldn’t a … Continue reading →

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Henry Miller

Posted on April 18, 2018 by John Biscello

Some men rattle their chains and wonder, some sing them. Then there are others who spraypaint their chains rainbow siege and dance a jig like a peacock on fire, and when someone asks Isn’t it hard to dance around with … Continue reading →

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John Fante

Posted on April 8, 2018 by John Biscello

Inferiority might have been your first memory. Though you were born on American soil, Denver, CO, April 8th, 1909, the chinked chains of immigration had you by the throat and bowels, pinched your nerves as you butted your head against … Continue reading →

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Woolf’s Bane

Posted on January 25, 2018 by John Biscello

In honor of Virginia Woolf’s birthday.  Through a glass, darkly, splitting of selves by prism– Wide berth for one’s I.    

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Dietrich in Heaven

Posted on December 27, 2017 by John Biscello

In honor of Marlene Dietrich’s birthday (December 27th), my poem “Dietrich in Heaven.” Listen to the spoken word/music track here. Today I went to Heaven, just for a brief visit. It was a nice joint: tangerine-fleeced runways, and tufts of flamingo-pink … Continue reading →

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The Flame and the Lotus

Posted on June 10, 2016 by John Biscello

(For Sylvia Plath, 1932-1963) I. sylvia in chains and drag: the green-eyed bee-witch, Ariella, poised on her remote blue star, chilled and unblinking succubus to the men she promises to swallow, whole, like air

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