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Monthly Archives: June 2017
Childhood’s Edge
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: The show has ended and we are now in the upstairs room at Tabanid, the room known as the Attic. It is sort of a private clubhouse, a vice den with no regard for … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged book, excerpt, gothic, heather ross, John Biscello, Literary, nocturne variations, novel, photo, Surrealism
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Marvel
In these mortal coils I have always marveled at the sheer lightness of centuries rising to meet love in a single feral drop of gospel distilled to its purest form.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged gospel, gravity, hope, John Biscello, lightness, love, poem, Poetry
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Shadows on Ice
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations. They were spinning slowly, ever so slowly. Do you want to go faster, Piers reached down for the dial. I can make us go faster. No, Anya smiled. I like the speed. We’re … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged albino, club, fairy, ice, John Biscello, Literary, los angeles, nocturne variations, novel, romance, Surrealism
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The Well
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations When Piers was six she fell into a well. The well was abandoned and no longer had any water in it. If there would have been water in it, Piers would have drowned. Sometimes she’d imagine … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, excerpt, fox, John Biscello, Literary, nocturne variations, novel, piers, Prose, Surrealism, well
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No Man’s Brooklyn
I have started working on my new novel: No Man’s Brooklyn. A return to the bones of childhood, and to tangled roots. A return to the gritty lore of Bensonhurst.
Posted in Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, family, Italian-American, John Biscello, Literary, no man's brooklyn, novel, preview
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Digging for Air
There was always plenty of tomorrow-talk, bright ribbons of noise amounting to nothing. What we would do, where we would go, how we’d become this or that. We erected fragile monuments to ourselves, and expected others to pay their respects, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, John Biscello, Literary, poem, Prose, street corner, urban
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Childhood’s End?
Childhood, as a static port or fixed constellation, remains an ongoing historical fiction, in which small deaths, consigned to witnesses, inevitably breed the shadows of regeneration.
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Tagged childhood, constellation, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, shadows
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Garden
In seeding the bones fragile means to nuptial growth among mortal remains.
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Tagged bones, Egon Schiele, garden, growth, haiku, John Biscello, Literary, Poetry, woman
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Birth of a Prologue
They say you can’t go home again. I don’t know who “they” are, but apparently this mysterious phantom collective is well-stocked in facts, aphorisms and guidelines. I was going home again, to Brooklyn, though the notion of return, … Continue reading
Posted in Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged anthony distefano, Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, home, John Biscello, Literary, memory, Prose
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