Category Archives: Prose

Death Rides In On A Pony

Posted on December 29, 2020 by John Biscello

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 →

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Alchemical Cahoots

Posted on December 24, 2020 by John Biscello

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 →

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Jackdaw’s Flight Plans

Posted on December 11, 2020 by John Biscello

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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Moonglow Under Review

Posted on December 7, 2020 by John Biscello

Grateful for Candice Louisa Daquin’s advance review of my new book of poetry, Moonglow on Mercy Street (due out soon from CSF Publishing). Moonglow on Mercy Street by John Biscello When you read a lot of poetry for a living, … Continue reading →

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Housewarming

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“The already human being in whom I had sought shelter for my body yielded nothing to the storm. The house clung close to me, like a she-wolf, and at times, I could smell her odor penetrating maternally to my very … Continue reading →

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Sanctuary

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“It is on the plane of the daydream and not on that of facts that childhood remains alive and poetically useful within us. Through this permanent childhood, we maintain the poetry of the past. To inhabit oneirically the house we … Continue reading →

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Tongues

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“To meditative minds the ineffable is cryptic, inarticulate: dots, marks of secret meaning, scattered hints, to be gathered, deciphered and formed into evidence; while in moments of insight the ineffable is a metaphor in a forgotten mother tongue.” — Abraham … Continue reading →

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Slow Burn

Posted on December 1, 2020 by John Biscello

“He who has realized that sun and stars and souls do not ramble in a vacuum will keep his heart in readiness for the hour when the world is entranced.” — Abraham Joshua Heschel, I Asked for Wonder With or … Continue reading →

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As Fate Would Have It

Posted on November 30, 2020 by John Biscello

“Fate will have it—and this has always been the case with me—that all the ‘outer’ aspects of my life should be accidental. Only what is interior has proved to have substance and a determining value.” — Carl Jung He knew … Continue reading →

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Breaking the Mold

Posted on November 30, 2020 by John Biscello

“All that matters now is the ‘deep inner serenity for the sake of creation.’ Though whether I shall ever ‘create’ is something I can’t really tell. But I do believe that it is possible to create, even without ever writing … Continue reading →

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