Monthly Archives: June 2016
(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “Contrasts, St. Vitus Cathedral”). Considering the slopes of noble toil and grave matter, so much depends upon a soiled wheelbarrow. Advertisements
A review of Raking the Dust for which I was most appreciative. “Gritty and serene, twisted and sweet, bizarre and weirdly relatable… this novel is magical surrealism and simple authenticity woven together in an improbably captivating tale. I was reminded of … Continue reading
(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “At Church.) jesus christ we applaud your shaded storehouse of yesterday’s cured pulp and no account sins, a meat pack industry at love’s labor’s cost; we, the proud brood of salt and bread, walk … Continue reading
This photo from Zoe Zimmerman’s elegantly empowered collection “Of Men: Strength and Vulnerability” was selected to appear in the outdoor photography exhibition The Fence 2016. Opening July 9th, where it will run for three months, in the Railyard Park in … Continue reading
(Written in response to Josef Sudek’s “From the Window of my Atelier” series) A single leaf, solitary, unattached, at home in space, feral pucker seizing upon glass, a lonely kiss moist to the crunch.
Here, her mother said, pressing something into her palm. A pinch. A pinch, breaking skin, spreading blush and heat. She looked down—her palm now tattooed with a tangle of dark glyphs; a concert of spirals, curlicues … Continue reading
Yellow is the color of my sad, how it runs. Some think it is blue but it is not. Blue is the common choice for color/me/sad, the popular one (how moods get typecast), but yellow is much sadder than blue, … Continue reading
“I went to the kitchen and fixed myself another drink. Then I went over to the door leading out to the deck and looked through its glass window. The sky, mottled and ominous, looked like it was on the verge … Continue reading
Podcast of my interview on The Last Word. Listen here. Show description: John Biscello, author, poet, and playwright. The writer’s life and work traces his odyssey from Brooklyn to Taos with a dose of magical realism along the way.