Tag Archives: words

Flint

Posted on November 30, 2025 by John Biscello

I came across what was no longer there, and thought—Burning books isn’t so terrible. What is a far worse fate for books, what really transforms them into grave casualties: apathy. Indifference and neglect of books is a much … Continue reading →

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Chelsea Hotel #3

Posted on November 24, 2025 by John Biscello

We Are Ugly But We Have the Music. This is our title, our collective moniker, our flagless flag, denominating no allegiances, no cultural attachments, no geo-political persuasions. None of that. We dwell underground, or to be more accurate, … Continue reading →

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No One Dreams in Color

Posted on November 24, 2025 by John Biscello

Coming April 2026 from Unsolicited Press. Synopsis:Man Vanishes Without a Trace. This, the dramatic headline which stirs Andrew DiBenedetto’s curiosity, and initiates a life-changing course. The vanished man is Paul Kirby, whose nine-minute film, Wendigo—the only film Kirby ever made—was … Continue reading →

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Metrics

Posted on November 20, 2025 by John Biscello

Dust is time’s response to dreaming. Dreams–desolate, unmade, spectral—wafting as winds carry out the ceremonial twitch of pallbearing.

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Her Body, Her Name

Posted on November 18, 2025 by John Biscello

It was a time in her life when she was not there, not inside herself or her life. And she was pregnant. Pregnant by the wrong man, so many wrong turns and wrong men, and this one, a mislaid … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Prose | Tagged ceremony, daughter, fragment, mother, myth, name, novel, Poetry, Prose, story, woman, words | 1 Comment

Domain

Posted on November 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Samuel Beckett tried to corral silence by making silence the domain of language. To not say anything, to ultimately embrace silence, would have meant an impossible task—setting down the pen, laying to rest the voice—and placing a moratorium on … Continue reading →

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Pirate Radio

Posted on November 13, 2025 by John Biscello

Hips don’t lie. They are the truth-telling giants and the whistle-blowers transmitting through pirate radio. They are also the catacombs and weather satellites of one’s cumulative genealogy. When an old person falls and breaks their hip, it is not … Continue reading →

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Gremlins

Posted on November 13, 2025 by John Biscello

I can no longer remember where I was when it happened, only that it happened, it must have happened. Sometimes we cry silent recordings in our bones, or guts, or maybe it is our hips that are the primary … Continue reading →

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Process and Zeitgeist

Posted on November 6, 2025 by John Biscello

It was what Crowfeather called the Blue Star ceremony, or Above Air ceremony. It took place on Winter Solstice 2020. It wad during the enigmatic, unsettling and ominous period of COVID, the virus that was upsetting the balance of the … Continue reading →

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Furies in Chaos

Posted on November 2, 2025 by John Biscello

Candice Louisa Daquin’s insightful review of The Last Furies published in the November issue of Synchronized Chaos (an interdisciplinary journal of art, music, culture, science, and literature). Excerpt from the review: “Viola felt as if she were watching a scene … Continue reading →

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