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Category Archives: Prose
Waiting
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
Posted in Prose
Tagged existential quandary, John Biscello, Prose, recognition, train station, waiting
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Moonglow in New Mexico
Grateful for the installment that aired on KRQE news (Channel 13) in Albuquerque, regarding Moonglow on Mercy Street: https://www.krqe.com/entertainment-news/taos-poet-releases-book-about-2020/ In this day and age, for poetry to be represented and shown a little love in the news, is heartwarming and … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged Albuquerque, johnbiscello, KRQE, moonglow on mercy street, New Mexico, poems, poetry book, Taos
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If Only in Burning
I saw the sign in the window: Lessons Learned/Karma Burned. I went inside. The studio smelled like frankincence. And cotton candy. Greeting me at the door, as if she had been waiting for me, was a tall, well-toned woman … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged burning, exercise, guidance, johnbiscello, practice, Prose, story
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Blue Boy
There’s something wrong with him, my father said. Look at him. Something’s not right. Something 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 Prose
Tagged blues, dreamscape, fathers and sons, imagination, johnbiscello, Prose, the writing life
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Four from Moonglow
Four of the poems from Moonglow on Mercy Street, appearing in the latest installment of Riot Material.
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged johnbiscello, new poems, Poetry, Publication, riot material
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Moonglow Reading
An invitation to join me at mi casa this Sunday, January 17th @ 4pm (MT), as I will be doing a live Zoom reading from my new book of poetry, Moonglow on Mercy Street. This event is part of the SOMOS Poetry … Continue reading
Posted in Artwork, Books, photography, Poetry, Press, Prose, Publications
Tagged author reading, John Biscello, literatry event, moonglow on mercy street, new book, Poetry, poetry reading, Press, Publication, zoom reading
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State of Address
A salon. After hours. Dimly lit. We see a red styling chair. Behind it are a counter and a wide mounted mirror. In the right upper-corner of the frame there are dismembered mannequins set against a wall. The salon OWNER, … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, Prose
Tagged abraham lincoln remixed, film, John Biscello, script, state of affairs
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Death Rides In On A Pony
When Death showed up on a broken-down pony, I scoffed. This, really? What, Death said, looking around, unsure as to who or what I was referring. You’re Death, right? Yes. THE Death? You can check my I.D. And you’ve come … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged death, dialogue between death and me, hobbyhorses and ponies, John Biscello, mysterious ways, Prose
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Alchemical Cahoots
There are, the wizard explained, contracts with the invisible world. There are binding contracts. And ones that can be dissolved. How can I tell the difference between one and another? Listen. Listen for what? Listen. For? Listen for listening. Listen … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged alchemy 101, John Biscello, magic, Prose, sorcerer's apprentice, wizard, wonder
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Jackdaw’s Flight Plans
The Jackdaw and the Doll, a fable written by myself, and illustrated by Izumi Yokoyama, is scheduled for January 2021 publication (CSF Publishing). THE JACKDAW AND THE DOLL :K. leads a double life. Timid office clerk by day, storyteller by … Continue reading
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Tagged Artwork, book, coming soon, csfpublishing, fable, franz kafka, izumi yokoyama, jackdaw and the doll, John Biscello, Publication, taking flight
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