There is poetry at the heart of everything Biscello writes. I read his novel Nocturne Variations earlier this year and became enamoured with his poetic style. Therefore, Arclight was nothing less than a joy to read. Broken into seven sections, Arclight is structurally balanced with three line thoughts and longer poems which are the pinnacle … Continue reading Review of Arclight, John Biscello
I have never paid enough attention to doors and the way they look: pulled open, ajar, or closed. Or how they bear memories, of blows and the passionate kisses pressed up against their spines. The worn lock screaming secrecy and the scuff marks chuckling mischief. Light seeps through them, four clean lines, a … Continue reading The white light
You are light itself, woman in shimmering sunlight, glistening ripples, kaleidoscopic colour and sunset glow. Friendship in your smile, in the snorts, giggles and everything you annoyingly seem to know. You are love and its many hands, bones grown to cup elbows, interlock fingers, clench knuckles and wave at the school gates. You are beauty … Continue reading Mother, you are more
