Category Archives: Prose

Raking the Dust

Posted on January 9, 2017 by John Biscello

The Kindle edition of my novel Raking the Dust is now available on Amazon. ABOUT: In this rogue’s tale, full of sound, fury, and erotic surrealism, we meet Alex Fillameno, a writer who has traded in the machine-grind of New York for … Continue reading →

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Review of Windowlight

Posted on January 2, 2017 by John Biscello

Review of Ann Nietzke’s Windowlight, appearing in Riot Material. “In many respects a window is a writer’s best friend. It can give the unrelenting “I” a break from inner-space-gazing, extend depth and perspective, offer slice-of-life unscripted cinema, frame the world in … Continue reading →

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The Little People

Posted on November 30, 2016 by John Biscello

Podcast of my short story “The Little People,” featured in the November issue of The Golden Walkman, a “literary magazine for your ears.” Listen here.

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Review of Carnet d’AmeriKa

Posted on November 21, 2016 by John Biscello

“To be human is to transform; to be human is to name, then name anew. I must remember the inseparable nature of word and action.” Erin Currier, 6 November, 2004 In a sense this passage became one of Erin Currier’s … Continue reading →

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Floor Plan

Posted on November 20, 2016 by John Biscello

    Photo shoot of novel-in-progress, Nocturne Variations 

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At the Bottom of Childhood’s Well

Posted on August 12, 2016 by John Biscello

   It is a magic time, it is a deadly time.    We are fresh and newly forming, we excel in discoveries, delight in newness.    Our souls are malleable, there is fluidity and grace oozing from us, and with … Continue reading →

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Some Kind of Summer

Posted on August 9, 2016 by John Biscello

   J.B., I have to kill someone by the end of summer.    Joe Ninj stated this casually, as if it were a school assignment or project with a deadline.    Five minutes earlier we had been integrated into our … Continue reading →

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Glow

Posted on August 8, 2016 by John Biscello

The coke parties were my favorite. It was when everyone was happiest. Everyone meant my father, my mother, and their friends, Teddy and Debby. Occasionally, Debby’s brother, Wayne,  was part of everyone. My mother would say—Teddy and Debby are coming … Continue reading →

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Dirty Dancing in the Dark

Posted on July 29, 2016 by John Biscello

   Brooklyn, the Walker Theater, 1987.    I am twelve and precariously balancing on the shoulders of Fat Brian.    Come on, you’re not getting any lighter, Fat Brian shouts.    I reach up and lock my fingers around the … Continue reading →

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Hide and Seek

Posted on July 4, 2016 by John Biscello

      Ready or not, here I come.    I can still hear my voice calling out, a bright echo in a jagged loop.    Hide and seek was a game we used to play all the time.    At … Continue reading →

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