Monthly Archives: April 2021

Speakeasy

Posted on April 16, 2021 by John Biscello

Dreams are like speakeasies for the soul. A secret password so you can enter, unchecked moral boundaries allowing you to trespass and indulge freely in the vagrant and illicit, after hours pressing of bootleg vinyl that places scorched scarabs in … Continue reading →

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Girl, Flame

Posted on April 16, 2021 by John Biscello

She is there. She is always there, in the corridor. And she is lonely. This much I know. Lonely as a form of cold that you cannot cover with blankets or insulate against with coats and scarves and such. And … Continue reading →

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Portrait of a Man in a Hotel Room

Posted on April 15, 2021 by John Biscello

The man in the white hat and white suit walked into a shabby hotel room, carrying a battered brown valise. It was a valise that had seen mileage. The man opened the door, and then closed it behind him. He … Continue reading →

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In Wonder

Posted on April 11, 2021 by John Biscello

As long as there are little girls with heart-shaped glasses who are out there, among the blackbirds and dandelions, generously unwinding string like floating rivers of silk, as they put their butterfly-beating hearts into the flying of a kite on … Continue reading →

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Flight of the Jackdaw

Posted on April 7, 2021 by John Biscello

Grateful for the warm and heartfelt responses Izumi and I have been receiving to our recently released fable, The Jackdaw and the Doll. One of the reviews shared below: THE JACKDAW AND THE DOLL is that rare book for children … Continue reading →

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