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Woolf’s Bane

Posted on January 25, 2018 by John Biscello

In honor of Virginia Woolf’s birthday.  Through a glass, darkly, splitting of selves by prism– Wide berth for one’s I.    

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Nocturne Rising

Posted on January 23, 2018 by John Biscello

I am excited to announce that my new novel, Nocturne Variations, has been accepted for publication by Unsolicited Press. In addition, they plan to republish my first two novels–Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust–which will allow all … Continue reading →

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Grandfather

Posted on January 21, 2018 by John Biscello

   The only time I had ever seen my grandfather cry was also the first time I had ever seen an adult blatantly lose touch with reality. His first wife, my grandmother, Angelina, had died when I was five. She … Continue reading →

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Holden on the Rocks

Posted on January 21, 2018 by John Biscello

   After the first bar, my father and I slide over to another bar, a non-island-themed one where a DJ is spinning party-pop music. At this point my father is slumped over on his barstool. When the bartender asks him … Continue reading →

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Relapse

Posted on January 21, 2018 by John Biscello

   We head to a different bar, with an island theme. A bartender with a yellow lay collaring his neck says aloha and asks us what we’re drinking. My father says Johnnie Walker Black double. When my father asks me … Continue reading →

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Venetian Noir

Posted on January 19, 2018 by John Biscello

Venetian Noir. Because every writer needs at least one identity crisis and an alter ego to match.

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Ben Franklin 5.0

Posted on January 19, 2018 by John Biscello

When a nation becomes a paid advertisement for itself founding fathers turn over in their graves which they share with the ghosts of slaves whose chains they inherited on karmic loan.  

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Fathers and Sons

Posted on January 19, 2018 by John Biscello

   I see and hear throughout dinner, how my father so desperately wants to impress my grandfather, wants to be applauded by him, recognized, seen. My father bulldozes in with his own stories. About having met and become friends with … Continue reading →

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Recording Live

Posted on January 19, 2018 by John Biscello

   I understand that I am not only with my father and grandfather and Marie as family, but also as a writer. I am sketching them. The mechanical hand in my mind that never stops is charting and sketching and … Continue reading →

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Atlantic City

Posted on January 19, 2018 by John Biscello

   We check into the Trop, where my grandfather and his wife are also staying. My father calls my grandfather and we make plans to meet for dinner at 5 at one of the restaurants. When he gets off the … Continue reading →

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