Monthly Archives: November 2016

The Little People

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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Scar

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.

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Call

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.

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Cinema

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

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Review of Carnet d’AmeriKa

“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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Floor Plan

    Photo shoot of novel-in-progress, Nocturne Variations 

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Review of Raking the Dust on Book-Tastings

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

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Catalog

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.

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Wraith

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.

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Duende

“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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