Tag Archives: wonder

New Romantics

Posted on November 6, 2025 by John Biscello

The call, and calling…

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Scraps

Posted on October 14, 2025 by John Biscello

Each one of us are curating our own reality, our own collections. Philosophy is a crooked thumb trying to hitch a lift to the stars. I listen to the wind sing, but can’t understand the words. The No Trespassing sign … Continue reading →

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The Wonder Years

Posted on April 14, 2025 by John Biscello

We are here but briefly, fingered skeins and finite exhales threaded within a spiraling fable of ordered repetitions and infinite respiration— We are the supplest of gilded elegies, membered to the magnetic cause of wake and dream.

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Turn Turn Turn

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Each spring they return,bound to renew small wonders–Innocent by turns. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Gilead After Dark

Posted on February 22, 2024 by John Biscello

Time dreamed, and I was there. The persistently nagging sense of simultaneously being there and not being there. A fusion and mediation of allegedly separate entities, such as timelines, distances (intimacy, you see, belong to the immeasurable). The mantling of … Continue reading →

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Jackdaw and the Doll

Posted on December 15, 2023 by John Biscello

Audio presentation of The Jackdaw and the Doll, featuring a slideshow of the book’s illustrations. ABOUT K. leads a double life. Timid office clerk by day, storyteller by night. But not just any storyteller. Transforming into a jackdaw, K. takes … Continue reading →

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Domain

Posted on October 12, 2022 by John Biscello

Make the small your domain. Your belfry for lost hours. Within the small words gather to tremble to sublimate to keep solitude company. Also they become cinema in which you are watching words gather to keep solitude company that being … Continue reading →

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Hymnal

Posted on October 6, 2022 by John Biscello

On a molecular level, we are fucked. Perpetually, repeatedly, renewably. Fucked. The world is an unceasing orgy, everything touches everything, nonstop fondling and hymnal friction between pulsing meshes. Your very breath is a shore leave sailor and kissing cousin, a … Continue reading →

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If This

Posted on September 23, 2022 by John Biscello

Our destinies are molecular, charged. We gravitate. Toward this and that. Other things. The bond between song and singer is immaculate proof of serviceably attuned you blameless as the blue lighting of the first moment when the multiverse sought seams … Continue reading →

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On the Nature of Writing

Posted on May 31, 2022 by John Biscello

Begin at the beginning. Who am I? Who is the voice asking who am I? Who is the who observing the voice asking who am I? Who is the who eternally taking notes on the who observing the voice who … Continue reading →

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