Tag Archives: words

What We Talk About When We Talk About Time

Posted on December 19, 2025 by John Biscello

1.    The hem of her dress had caught his eye.    Yours was an eye waiting to be caught, she’d say, later, much later, a drizzle of girlishness in her voice.    The dress was a form-fitting red dress … Continue reading →

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Event Horizon

Posted on December 18, 2025 by John Biscello

Two upcoming events in Los Angeles for The Last Furies. The weekend literary mini-tour will include: Sat., January 17th at 7pm at Reverie Bookstand (1519 W. Sunset Blvd) Sun., January 18th at 2pm at Lucky 13 Micro-Gallery (391 Coronado Ave., … Continue reading →

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Matroyshka

Posted on December 16, 2025 by John Biscello

   He often reflected, while writing, upon himself, writing: reflecting another. Who he was, who he was not. Absence and presence locked in intimate simultaneity, a cogent pairing. Who is this Other, writing? And does he reflect upon me? Why … Continue reading →

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Lucky 13 in Long Beach

Posted on December 12, 2025 by John Biscello

Thank you in advance to Lucky 13 Gallery for hosting what will be a second event for The Last Furies during Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend in January 2026 (the first will take place at Reverie Bookstand on January 17th). I am excited … Continue reading →

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Dark Matter

Posted on December 4, 2025 by John Biscello

A story from out of the dark. First there was one voice, followed by a second voice … the dark twists itself into shapes and semblances. The dark is the clothing our ghosts wear. I have tried to acquaint myself … Continue reading →

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Talisman

Posted on December 4, 2025 by John Biscello

Wordwise, edges and ledges: we are falling off. We, as in word-wielding also world-wearied, we, an endangered species, parrots with branded larynxes … falling off. Ask a stranger to cup your balls (male or female you, no matter) as you … 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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Lip Service

Posted on December 3, 2025 by John Biscello

There are the words on the lips of God, nodes and fables of the Unsayable, but Godlike lips have been hyper-inflated with collagen, have been altered and impaired by simulation and synthetic progress. God’s lips have been grossly fattened, blubbery … Continue reading →

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Words and Silence

Posted on December 1, 2025 by John Biscello

There’s no one left to finger, no one left to blame. Someone sang that. I wish I had sung that. I didn’t. I echo. I am echoes proliferating like genetically disturbed rabbits. Maybe neurodivergent rabbits copulating is a better term, … Continue reading →

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Premature Nostalgia

Posted on December 1, 2025 by John Biscello

   Ever since I can remember, I have been afflicted by what I call premature nostalgia. A simple definition of premature nostalgia: Mourning or grieving, or experiencing acutely a deep sense of loss, a profound wistfulness, ether before something happens … Continue reading →

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