Category Archives: Books

Baffling the Sphinx

Posted on August 14, 2022 by John Biscello

The word is my fourth dimension–Clarice Lispector And on the eighth and endless day, where the bottomless hallelujah meets Ouroboros, God created Clarice Lispector. Maybe. Maybe the music of that name was more pure music and vivid living syntax, and … Continue reading →

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Something Twisted This Way Comes

Posted on June 13, 2022 by John Biscello

I was asked to create a customized review list for Shepherd.com, whose goal is to “create an experience like wandering around your favorite bookstore but reimagined fot the online world.” The following is my list: The best books in which mystery … Continue reading →

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Rainy Day Woman

Posted on June 1, 2022 by John Biscello

When Lucy left the café, I saw her open her umbrella before stepping out into the rain. Her umbrella was red. Her long wool coat was black. These colors, as harmony, stitched together by the rain, echoed within me for … Continue reading →

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Come Wander With Me

Posted on June 1, 2022 by John Biscello

Through grotesquely chapped lips, Bert whistled a bright tune, and managed to keep whistling with melodious tenacity as he and George walked.What’s that tune?I don’t know. Something I heard a long time ago.It’s nice Bert real nice. And the fact … Continue reading →

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Demasking is a Crime

Posted on May 30, 2022 by John Biscello

 It was in the year _____ that a maskless society ceased to exist. Everyone was issued a mask. All masks were the same. A uniform anonymity, a sea of samefulness, or rather there was only one standard issue mask that … Continue reading →

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Winter Woods

Posted on May 30, 2022 by John Biscello

Wendigo-psychosis: A culture-specific disorder, which entails an intense craving for human flesh and fear of becoming a cannibal. In some indigenous cultures, environmental destruction and insatiable greed are seen as manifestations of Wendigo psychosis. I recalled what Mack had said … Continue reading →

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Girl, Interrupted

Posted on May 27, 2022 by John Biscello

You, Viola, hadn’t believed in love at first sight until you met Evie. Yet it wasn’t just love at first sight, was it? It was love at first sound, love at first gesture. At the dress rehearsal, you saw her … Continue reading →

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Stop Motion

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

She stood on the podium, beaming, and began waving to everyone in slow motion. Her hand glided right to left, left to right, a panoramic benediction that didn’t miss a single soul. The bouquet tucked near her bosom exuded a … Continue reading →

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Shadow Play

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

I saw her again the other night and I followed her. This time she had green eyes and copper hair. I wanted to ask her about that night, what happened between us, had it meant anything, and if so what, … Continue reading →

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Impermanence

Posted on May 25, 2022 by John Biscello

From the Notebooks of Andre Macon Andrei Tarkovsky, diary entry, 1979: Reread Castaneda’s The Lessons of Don Juan. A marvelous book, and very true because— The world is not all as it appears to us. Under certain conditions it could … Continue reading →

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