Podcast of my short story “The Little People,” featured in the November issue of The Golden Walkman, a “literary magazine for your ears.” Listen here. Advertisements
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A jigsaw scar of light, outsourcing God’s inscrutable heart, a movable sear lost and found everywhere, as the mouth of the cave brightly attests.
Channeling the fire in my throat to meet my heart’s rising call, or, how the mating of arson and grace breathes new life into immeasurably just cause.
When rooted squarely in the flickering center of your life as a mysterious cinematic expedition, duly resigned to the happy burning of chapters and missives, it is there and then that fascination, like a dimestore Virgil, takes curious hold, enacting … Continue reading
“To be human is to transform; to be human is to name, then name anew. I must remember the inseparable nature of word and action.” Erin Currier, 6 November, 2004 In a sense this passage became one of Erin Currier’s … Continue reading
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Photo shoot of novel-in-progress, Nocturne Variations
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Grateful for the appraisal & support, especially since I am seeking a new home for my orphan-child, after my publisher recently closed its doors. “And the award for Best Indie Read So Far goes to…..Raking the Dust by John Biscello. … Continue reading
The sea is the sea but it is also a sound recording of the sea, it is Memory, shroud and fathomless, and freighted with echoes. It is the case history of forgotten species and myths, the ghostlight of dead stars.
In a brief lighted instance, a rending flicker, he measured and recalled, a rumpled and well-worn patch of dark velvet, sun-warmed, and touching the skin of teeth to Memory, he grieved her, fashioning haunt from thin fabled air.
“The duende . . . Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents; a wind with the odor … Continue reading
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