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Category Archives: Prose
Reading at Teatro Paraguas
I am excited to be doing a reading and book-signing at Teatro Paraguas in Santa Fe, NM. I got to see Theater Grottesco’s inspiring experimental production, Action at a Distance, this past May at Teatro Paraguas, and fell in love … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged american novel, canadian press, conceptual, creative sanctum, intimate space, Literary, novel, performance, Reading, Santa Fe, santa fe event, Surrealism, teatro paraguas, The Last Furies
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Review in the Compulsive Reader
Louis Greenstein’s review of The Last Furies appearing in the Compulsive Reader. Excerpt:“The Last Furies inhabits a shamanic, liminal world where fantasies, yearnings, and radio waves merge to reveal secrets of the universe and mysteries of the human consciousness. From … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged canadian press, Cinema, conceptual, fiction, fifth novel, haunting, indie publisher, Literary, lyrical, multi-media, surreal, text, The Last Furies, Theater
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Cover Reveal
Cover reveal for my sixth novel, No One Dreams in Color, which will be published by Unsolicited Press in April 2026. I am thrilled that the cover features the artwork of Linda Stojak, one of my favorite contemporary artists who creates … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater
Tagged april 2026, book, cover reveal, dark, fiction, haunting, linda stojak, Literary, no one dreams in color, noir, Publication, shadows, sixth novel, surreal
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Manna
Do not say the thing that is easily said. Say the other, say the nothing, say the silence, say the unsayable, and save yourself (sort of) through the saying. Gold dust wafts down like filigreed motes from a rain-swollen ceiling. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged art, between worlds, ghosts, haruki murakami, imagination, longing, memory, novel, patti smith, psychic, realms, time, words
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Scraps
Each one of us are curating our own reality, our own collections. Philosophy is a crooked thumb trying to hitch a lift to the stars. I listen to the wind sing, but can’t understand the words. The No Trespassing sign … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged contemplation, dreams, fiction, fragments, language, music, philosophy, Poetry, reveries, self expression, solitude, story, vision, voice, wonder, words
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Because the Night
Half-punk-scarecrow, half-mystic-urchin, Patti Smith seems to exist on the yellowed edges of saudade: the time-carved café table, the books she carried with her on her trips (as trusted and beloved companions), the way she packs light like The Fool, her … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged artist, because the night, fragment, imagination, music, patti smith, Poetry, Prose, romantic, vision, visionary, writer
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Book Launch
Video clip from Last Furies book launch (10/9/25)
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Books, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications, Theater, Uncategorized, Video
Tagged american novel, book launch, Book-signing, canadian press, excerpt, live, New Mexico, novel, Reading, Spoken Word, Taos, Video, video clip
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Kid in a Western
He could feel his hand, an undertaker’s apprentice, rosy rash pecking out a tremolo in the palm’s moist center, a fluttery pulse, as his fingers massaged the handle. His fingers ever sensitive to the crushed pollen coating the handle (time … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Poetry, Prose
Tagged americana, dimestore novel, fiction, gunfight, lore, myth, pulp fiction, story, The Kid, western, wild west
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Sepia
Nostalgia is a death-trap, eating its own tail and leading nowhere. Nostalgia copulates with ghosts in dusty storage rooms and snakelike corridors. Now and again and again now never is nostalgia’s recipe and calling card. Nostalgia is the last picture … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged calendar, ephemera, eternity, fragment, Literary, nostalgia, photography, Poetry, Prose, time, travel
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Way Station
I walked to the train station at night. I was going to drive. It was a hot day, I had already been out walking in the sun, and I thought—just drive to the train station. But when it was time … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged america, desolation, fiction, fragment, Prose, railroad, rain, shadows, story, town, train station, travel, writing
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John Biscello 