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Author Archives: John Biscello
Setting
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
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged date, details, man and woman, palm of the hand, Prose, restaurant, story, waiter
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Locomotive
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
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged between worlds, dreams, locomotive, longing, lust, passion, Poetry, Prose, story, travel
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Lucky 13 in Long Beach
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
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged americannovel, art, californiaction, canadian press, david lynch, indie press, Literary, long beach, los angeles, New Mexico, photography, Reading, salon, storytelling, Surrealism, visual art, words
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A Moveable Feast
The first time I saw Hemingway he was seated at a table on his terrace overlooking the train station. It was raining that day and I was waiting on the platform opposite the terrace. I chanced to look up … Continue reading
Torch Song
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. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged connection, corridor, Desire, fire, flames, girl, loneliness, mystery, Poetry, Prose, story, torch song, vanishing act, yearning
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The Last Word podcast
“Fascinating insights into the ‘storied and wild mind’ of author, playwright, poet and performer John Biscello with his latest book The Last Furies. Our far-ranging conversation takes us from his home in the “grunge-wonderland” of Taos to lands of fables … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged creative life, fable, grok, inspiration, Literary, myth, New Mexico, New York, novel, podcast, process, Santa Fe, Taos, the last word, voice, writing
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City Lights
There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something’s happened to him. He’s sick. All he thinks about is writing. That’s all he thinks about. He is blue. Even though I wasn’t … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged between worlds, Blue, city, hollywood, New York, story, storyteller, writing
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The Last Word
It was a treat getting to chat with Carly Newfeld on the Last Word podcast (KSFR, Santa Fe Public Radio), as we talked about wild mind, inspiration, the richness of solitude and silence, and my new novel, The Last Furies, … Continue reading
Posted in Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized
Tagged Books, inspiration, litrary, New Mexico, New York, podcast, radio, Santa Fe, Taos, voice, writing
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Dark Matter
A story from out of the dark. First there was one voice, followed by a second voice … the dark twists itself into shapes and semblances. The dark is the clothing our ghosts wear. I have tried to acquaint myself … Continue reading
Talisman
Wordwise, edges and ledges: we are falling off. We, as in word-wielding also world-wearied, we, an endangered species, parrots with branded larynxes … falling off. Ask a stranger to cup your balls (male or female you, no matter) as you … Continue reading
