Tag Archives: words

Rivet

Posted on May 14, 2026 by John Biscello

Here, papering over hovel origins of wounds and silence with words riveting on and on and on, dirty frayed bandages panting staccato and weary in the wind, yet never losing voice, nor the canopied capacity for mime in the manic … Continue reading →

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Scroll

Posted on May 13, 2026 by John Biscello

Clouds, fleecy in glaring mass– softly, softly, the words avail themselves to silence in passing.

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Eyes

Posted on May 13, 2026 by John Biscello

I could not stare into anyone’s eyes too long. It was like staring openly at the sun. The light was too much to bear. Not to mention, within the stunning field of light projected from eyes were congealed specks and … Continue reading →

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Endangered

Posted on May 13, 2026 by John Biscello

The author in me died a lonely long-time-ago death. He was too singular to adapt and stay alive in this new-moving world of word-species and endangered text.

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Slow Burn

Posted on May 12, 2026 by John Biscello

Slow burn opens us up to possibilities. It is a birthing method. Slow burn brings with it the feels and the feels sets off vibrato trembles in our bones and deepdown. We bugleforth blessings. A long sentence begets slow burn. … Continue reading →

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Company

Posted on April 22, 2026 by John Biscello

Out of the deeply forested genus and enclosure, scotophobic—fear of the dark— emerges the rawest most primal material from which stories are called and founded, blackly lacquered honey staccato in its slow-drip molasses and narcotic salve, keeping us calm archival … Continue reading →

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Domain

Posted on April 20, 2026 by John Biscello

In the latent vernacular of gist— mind breaths in space time crystallized as rapt intimacies give the dreaming voice its human due and proof of residence— Fading tracks the ghostly course of diminishing returns within a poem’s lasting domain and … Continue reading →

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Glaze

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

Solitude waxing blankly in the company of words— Moon’s forecast: warm, gospel, and fuzzy.

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Vigil

Posted on April 15, 2026 by John Biscello

Clouds, fleecy in glaring mass, softly, softly, the words tender themselves to silence in passing.

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Words and Silence

Posted on March 20, 2026 by John Biscello

I write longhand because I feel as if I am skipping an essential step in the process if I go straight to typing up the work. Is it better that I write longhand? Does that make the work truer? More … Continue reading →

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