Monthly Archives: December 2025

What We Talk About When We Talk About Time

Posted on December 19, 2025 by John Biscello

1.    The hem of her dress had caught his eye.    Yours was an eye waiting to be caught, she’d say, later, much later, a drizzle of girlishness in her voice.    The dress was a form-fitting red dress … Continue reading →

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Way Station

Posted on December 19, 2025 by John Biscello

   I am waiting. There I am, see me, waiting on the train station platform. I am waiting for my train. It is a specific train that I am waiting for. When a train begins pulling into the station, I … Continue reading →

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Event Horizon

Posted on December 18, 2025 by John Biscello

Two upcoming events in Los Angeles for The Last Furies. The weekend literary mini-tour will include: Sat., January 17th at 7pm at Reverie Bookstand (1519 W. Sunset Blvd) Sun., January 18th at 2pm at Lucky 13 Micro-Gallery (391 Coronado Ave., … Continue reading →

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Matroyshka

Posted on December 16, 2025 by John Biscello

   He often reflected, while writing, upon himself, writing: reflecting another. Who he was, who he was not. Absence and presence locked in intimate simultaneity, a cogent pairing. Who is this Other, writing? And does he reflect upon me? Why … Continue reading →

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Crumbs

Posted on December 16, 2025 by John Biscello

   That’s him , yeah. That’s right, every day, from late morning to dusk, he sits on that bench and waits for her. I don’t know who she was. His love who left him. Or died. Disappeared. There are all … Continue reading →

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Giant Killer

Posted on December 16, 2025 by John Biscello

   The first thing Josie thought—He looks like Hemingway.    The second thing—He reminds me of my grandfather.    Knowing that Sir James (which was how he had introduced himself with a dramatic flourish—I, my dear, am Sir James) had … Continue reading →

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My So-Called Life as a Cartoon

Posted on December 16, 2025 by John Biscello

   Being a cartoon is not all it’s cracked up to be. Don’t get me wrong, when I first made the conversion from human to cartoon, I considered myself the luckiest sonofagun on the face of the earth. All my … Continue reading →

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Setting

Posted on December 15, 2025 by John Biscello

He notices the dark red lipstick on the rim of the glass, displaying a half-moon smudge. For an instant, his vision moves beyond the glass and settles on the inner lapel of the jacket she’s wearing, comparing its brighter red … Continue reading →

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Locomotive

Posted on December 15, 2025 by John Biscello

   You didn’t dream her, you who are slowly climbing aboard a locomotive, being watched, so you feel, by whom? The needling press and burn of eyes on your back, itchy hot collar, you scratch, you cough, you take a … Continue reading →

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Lucky 13 in Long Beach

Posted on December 12, 2025 by John Biscello

Thank you in advance to Lucky 13 Gallery for hosting what will be a second event for The Last Furies during Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend in January 2026 (the first will take place at Reverie Bookstand on January 17th). I am excited … Continue reading →

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